Saturday, January 29

Bit down on the bullet now
I had a taste so sour
I had to think of something sweet
Love's like suicide
Safe outside my gilded cage
With an ounce of pain
I wield a ton of rage
Just like suicide

She lived like a murder
How she'd fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she died
Just like suicide


100hands said...

Brilliant. This is what I call restrain and control. Good grip. You remind me of my 350cc bullet. :)

Anonymous said...

Stoned I awoke in your temple
To blackness above you
And death beside me
Where kitchen knives conspire
Razor blades make bloodless love
Like Murder