I wanted to reach for a gun today
and splatter the floor in a god awful way
i wanted a gun with four bullets inside
one for the fountain of tears that i cried
one for the mirror that looks at me sadly
one for the fluffy toy, bleeding so badly
And one for the girl that just couldn't see
That one for the child that i called me
I wanted the gun to stop all the noise
The maimed little puppets and disfigured toys
I wanted to be free so long ago
Before the ship of my soul sank so far below
I admit that i wanted to reach for a gun
Because this life is no longer much fun
 Alice Darkblood · Fri Jun 27, 2008 @ 10:28pm · 6 Comments |
