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The Pulsing Beet
written by blackened_rose02:49 AM 12/20/04I sit here on the side
Of the little bridge
With no one here beside
For my love left me
The gun in my hand
And a bullet ready to go
Life, taken as easy as the sand
In the desert across it moves
Life is so fragile
And easy to fall
To bad death isn't the stile
Of how I would like to go
But here I stand
On this cold damn day
Gun in hand
And wondering
Should I pull the trigger
Or should I not?
For you only snigger
At my problems
So here my life ends
And I put it to my head
My life now ends
As my hand squeezes
Falling down further I shall
In this black consuming
Death is what befell
And I ended it, my life.
Far thee well
My beloved. |
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