Blow your brains out,
Blow them clean across the wall;
Across the empty halls,
Across your mothers frantic calls,
Across your friends unanswered messages,
And all the shit you meant to do but just didn't..
And now my blood splatters faster than I could ever run. Faster than I could ever run.
These last few months left a bad taste in my mouth;
The bad taste of dagger flavoured alcohol,
Of too much weed, cough syrup and coke.
This month left me empty and broke,
I want to choke out the truth to you but some things are too painful to speak--
I never imagined something so painful wouldn't bleed.
This was the fourth time I'd heard the crack of death;
In my experience, when someone dies you can hear this pop or crack sound.
This was the fourth time I heard the pop of death, life escaping from a body.
But this time it was different because that crack came from inside me;
It was the snap that severed me from the universe.