Kill Your Self For Me

Death Knocks three times leaves my mind with out lines. Everything knocks me down. Death Rings, calls on the phone NO one is home. Let me be don't kill me. Echo's....... Lost souls, lost winds. The hands reaching up in to the birth of born again. Cursed, and blamed. The rush.. Dizzy minds, soaked in blood. Heavens dropped me in the mud. Devil standing tall, reaching down for us all. Who am I to choose? the one that listens? the one that doesn't?. one saying to kill my self now, I don't know If I know how. To kill myself later, would be grater. But there will be no tomorrow. Seeking life..finding death your body says you have nothing left. Stress, Pain... All those feelings that cause you to be insane. Regrets....lies. The one you loved died. The ones you hate Alive. You wish they would fucking die, Fall on their ass, with out a reason of why. Why do the good ones die young? the old fuckers that's in SAN!. I'm falling through the air. Like you even care. You never even called for me, All I hear is ring ring... HE knocks on my door. never knocks me on the floor. You do.. you tell me no. He answers my prayers. listens like he cares.. Does he? Do you? God? devil who? Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 02:56 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10