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For Whom The Bell Tolls
Contributed by
TundraHydra
on
Monday, 20th January 2003 @ 09:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Do not ask for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee
Thee is me oh yes it's me
Death is coming so screw Tommy
Screw his ways of thinking
He haunts my mind, I'm constantly sinking
I don't have a joint, just a solitary cig
So I light up and puff
And I wonder
Where does one find Death when life isn't enough
I go to my room where I have my blades
This fight against Tommy is a losing crusade
I picked up some White Out instead
As I sniffed the contents my reality fled
As silly as the world did look
No matter where my eyes landed there Tommy stood.
This was not fair
I had burned my lungs and brain in despair
And for the first time he has followed me there
I can no longer escape his laughs and jibes
I've smoked and burned him out and hid in a lie
But he has found me I wish he would die
I am tired of life, I am tired of this
So come to me Death, come to me bliss
Copyright ©
TundraHydra
... [
2003-01-20 21:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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