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Slayer
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Tuesday, 24th November 2009 @ 03:11:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I just remember that I was little bit too much
And this guy's given me a lift to my home
And now his dead body lies on the floor
With an inlet from the bullet in the heart
I remember we were getting groove on all nite long
And the way he was trying to hook me up
Pouring me with a glass of tequila on and on
But I don’t remember how I shot him dead.
Wouldn’t somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrel’s still smoking?
Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer.
I remember that he wanted more,
Something that I couldn’t give to him
That’s why I told him to leave me alone
So tell me how he could become a victim?
I don’t remember how I grabbed the gun,
And I don’t remember me to shoot him dead,
But I can never forget his last shriek
And the way he fell as if shot, oh mr. officer.
Wouldn’t somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrel’s still smoking?
Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer.
I don’t remember what's happened yesterday
I can’t recall how I became a slayer
But I never meant to take his life away
But this already cannot heal his damaged heart.
Wouldn’t somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrel’s still smoking?
Cos I can’t recall how I became a slayer.
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Alexa_Bachtel
... [
2009-11-24 15:11:42] (Date/Time posted on
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