Feels like jumping off the sixth
floor,
entrapped in this straight
jacket. ( _)
Take me to the edge my sick
(beauti-ful) mind,
an awe and horrid happy eyes.
Look down and find a mark to
land,
staring over the edge of the
fall.
Wait! does it matter how i fall
on my mark?,
wish to land on my back watching
the skies as i fall.
No its no matter if i fall on
back or face on the earth,
Wish its a night with bright
stars in the sky,
or a cloudy cold night with light
chills of the rain.
I could race the
"falls"and beat em to the ground,
and the rain drops can kiss that
red pool of my (warm creamy blood).
A lil' child could see me
squirming in blood and guts,
and wish i could 'kill' myself
before my 'end'.
Those falling raindrops whispered
near my ear,
*trickling trickling* what a fool
(man) you were!"
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