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Do you see what I see I am the news ****** Death, Suicide Was It them or me The lines are blurring Between what was And was is real There is blood on my palms Is it theirs, mine or yours What is happening to me, Screams of those lying on the floor Tears, Blood, Fear Fills the eyes as they no what is next, What to expect, I whisper words "Not spoken by my lips" As I look a light  shines down Am I ascending to heaven, Then I look to my left, Televisions Show my face in a ****** crowd. "I made the news" A face seen in a crowd of light, "Freeze" "Hand On Your Head" I hear their words as I raise shaking hands "I didn't do this" "That's not what your hand says" I glance up as a blade duck taped to My quivering hand. blood drips off And I see that reality is sinking in, "Hands on your head" As I realise everything was me, "Last chance on you knees" As blurred moments flood through, "I am what I am" "Hi mum if your watching I made the news" As lead rains upon me, I look up and see Light, Fading, Darkness, Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is My own voice "I made the news, I made........"
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
I Made The News
Do you see what I see I am the news ****** Death, Suicide Was It them or me The lines are blurring Between what was And was is real There is blood on my palms Is it theirs, mine or yours What is happening to me, Screams of those lying on the floor Tears, Blood, Fear Fills the eyes as they no what is next, What to expect, I whisper words "Not spoken by my lips" As I look a light  shines down Am I ascending to heaven, Then I look to my left, Televisions Show my face in a ****** crowd. "I made the news" A face seen in a crowd of light, "Freeze" "Hand On Your Head" I hear their words as I raise shaking hands "I didn't do this" "That's not what your hand says" I glance up as a blade duck taped to My quivering hand. blood drips off And I see that reality is sinking in, "Hands on your head" As I realise everything was me, "Last chance on you knees" As blurred moments flood through, "I am what I am" "Hi mum if your watching I made the news" As lead rains upon me, I look up and see Light, Fading, Darkness, Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is My own voice "I made the news, I made........"
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
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