| If you want to die, wish upon a blind eye, hold back the hood take a look at the black face beneath, under your skin crawls the creatures which waste human life. Beyond the turning point, behind the door, there is a haloed angel with her face strangled blue she can't speak whats true, she can't talk to you. she's dead, in her hand is a note, her body hung by a rope, tormented and traveling eternally, now and forever you'll know its your fault she did it. But why should you even care, just pick up the phone and call the cops. Let them know it wasn't murder, because your finger prints are on the door, so read the letter as you wait for the pigs to come place you under arrest as a suspect. "Dear love of my life, you had to fuck my best friend, and every other female that you saw, it had no end. Your deception, your, marriage proposal and hesitation of children." Lifes end. Be glad you didn't get mad, just a little sad, aww how sweet of you to slightly weep over her lifeless body. Its your fault, blame no one but yourself, nay, instead, blame her, so you can walk away with a clear head, even though you know, she'll be in it forever and a day. Forever and a day. Just like all the shitty things you've done. |
