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The old man waits there
For something he cannot see
Years have gone by
As he waits for it to be

He wonders why
He wonders when
Why didn't it happen
Right there and then

He looks within himself
He searches deep within
No answers found
Nowhere to begin

Lost within his mind
Trapped inside
Her voice calls out to him
I'm right by your side
So long He waits for nothing to come
He waits and waits he holds his gun
Thoughts pass him by he feels the pain
He holds his gun his heart feels the strain.

Gun at his head he's lost his will
Hand on the trigger he holds it still
Ready to pull he takes one last breath
His memories flash by there's nothing left

He's lost himself he's lost within
He wonders why his life wont begin
Last steps taken there no turning back
All this regret opens like a crack

He pulls the trigger as memories pass him by
No one but him knows the reasons why
With this in mind he pushes ahead
Knowing he's alone he'd rather be dead

Now you see for he is me
This person is what I chose to be
All the pain and hurt inside
Creates this man for who I hide.
As the first tear falls
As your hearts ablaze
As your body freezes
Your whole world starts to fade
I ask but one favour,
I ask it of god
But he wasn't there
It wasn't his job
So then Welcome the death
In with the pain
You have to feel something
Just a break from the fame
Cut me and hurt me
Then leave me alone
Let me bleed out
I'll sit on deaths throne
I'll welcome my reaper
I won't put in a fight
Ill feel every cut
And praise every bite
**** me, leave me
I want to die
It would be easier
Then my sad excuse of a lie
Take me, leave me
Just let me go
On the boats of hell
It's myself that will row
I will thank the devil
For he is my saviour
He released me from fame
That, was my favour
 Aug 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
each person
is a
crowd
(c) Brooke Otto
 Aug 2013 Alvira Perdita
brooke
I've realized
that I can't
dig people
out of their
own holes
(c) Brooke Otto
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