Sometimes when all I hear are my thoughts dire
Hearing my downward thoughts in a bad mire
It's as if it calls to me like a lyre
It calls, and calls, and calls to me quietly
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It starts off first quiet quite quietly
Then begins to quickly pulsate softly
Makes you think death it could be quite lofty
Jump into ideas quite awfully
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I can hear the bleating under my bed
Hear the proceeding go under my head
Think of its dark blood desire to be fed
Surmise spewing forth shiny shapen lead
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I can hear the sound of bullet's pinging
Hear the great sound of my black AK singing
Hear the sound of every bullet slinging
With every single trigger pull I make
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What's one more trigger pull to deftly make
The true last trigger pull I'll ever take
And this time it won't be rehearsed or fake
Going off a cliff, there is no strong break
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I snatch the case from deep below my bed
Unhitch the locks and pop open the case
There it lies with its black beautiful face
I can hear it calling loudly, loudly
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Embrace, Embrace, Embrace, Embrace, Embrace
Load one round bullet and prepare to brace
This is my moment, this is my sad place
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There’s nothing left in this drab world for me
Life's gone, so gone, and won’t come back you see
"But HE wouldn't want this" is my last short plea
As I conjure up doubts on sweaty end
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"It's not my time, it's not my time," I hear
First quietly, then softly, then loudly
As my mind begins to so thusly see
No more does machination call to me
About the Creator
Caeizar
Take a drink from my words and see. See the words that make truly me. Let me be your mysterious guide, to unveil the visage I try to hide.
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