In my
Neon Death
You held your gun to my head
And your finger rested on the trigger
And your intoxicated thoughts lingered
In the sober air within us
And the sinking sanity beneath us
Began to sink in the sea of our thoughts
And then my harmless bullets of words
were left in the silent of mind
Since you click the trigger
And the golden bullet came flying out
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
In my
Neon Death
You held your gun to my head
And your finger rested on the trigger
And your intoxicated thoughts lingered
In the sober air within us
And the sinking sanity beneath us
Began to sink in the sea of our thoughts
And then my harmless bullets of words
were left in the silent of mind
Since you click the trigger
And the golden bullet came flying out
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