Tear my heart out.
Drink the blood.
This is too much.
You can't make me hold on.
This gun is looking friendly.
The gun loves me.
See it so close to my ear?
Kissing my head, like you used to do.
You remember that?
Yeah, you have to.
You said you'd never forget me.
Is that good or bad?
Anyway...
You're probably wondering why I'm still talking.
Well, this gun needs a bullet.
You know what the gunpowder's made of?
Hate. Sadness. Depression. Need.
All for you. Yeah, you're special.
You're killing me from the inside out.
Isn't that great?
Yeah, it is. But now you'll kill me from the outside in.
In the form of a silver bullet.
Silver was allways your favorite color, remember?
Then after you left me it suddenly turned to gold.
But I'll allways love silver.
Like I allways loved you.
My finger's on the trigger now.
God pray that I go to heaven.
For the underworld is what I've lived in all my life.
My hands are steady because I know this is the end.
I have no regrets.
And now the gun is fireing off. Wonderful sound.
My skull explodes, turning into fragile dust that coats my eighteenth birthday cake like sugar.
My blood is pretty, isn't it? I like how it falls on the table.
My eyes are closeing now.
I'm falling to the ground. It's hard, I forgot to put a pillow to catch me.
Like you allways used to catch me.
I miss that.
I miss you.
But it's the end now.
Thanks for killing me.
[s u n s h i n e] · Tue Oct 18, 2005 @ 09:25pm · 1 Comments |