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Game Over .
written by blackie-hawk09:33 PM 3/5/05The blood runs through the glass,
Drips down on the surface of the water.
You smoothly listen to some jazz,
And then you vaguely realize it’s all over.
But you don’t care when you’re sitting on your ass,
And is completely sober.
Then fuck if your life is a mess,
And fuck if the blood is all over.
Then the only thing you request,
Is that your life soon says ‘game over’. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by darkness_follows_me (3-5-2005 - 09:41 PM)
| yeah,i especially liked the last line,because life is a game come 2 think about it,and when you die,game over,so its part of reality,i liked it alot,well done |
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