By Arcassin Burnham
When is there love for me,
Instead of lust,
Pray hard enough, but no answer,
In god we trust,
Putting the fate of my hands in jeopardy,
Or jeopardize putting me in a coma permanently,
Don't know what it is with me and being numb , but,
But to yell out if have if have bad intentions is just selfishly dumb,
Like Donnie Darko,
And his imaginative dark demon,
******* always wanna talk , my name they never mention,
So apparently I'm emotionally scared, without compromising,
My life was hell enough , and think that's it fun blackmailing,
Let the shine bright, on the poor decision you made for me to do a killing,
Now I'm hanging from the ceiling.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
When is there love for me,
Instead of lust,
Pray hard enough, but no answer,
In god we trust,
Putting the fate of my hands in jeopardy,
Or jeopardize putting me in a coma permanently,
Don't know what it is with me and being numb , but,
But to yell out if have if have bad intentions is just selfishly dumb,
Like Donnie Darko,
And his imaginative dark demon,
******* always wanna talk , my name they never mention,
So apparently I'm emotionally scared, without compromising,
My life was hell enough , and think that's it fun blackmailing,
Let the shine bright, on the poor decision you made for me to do a killing,
Now I'm hanging from the ceiling.
why ?
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