Craving your brains on the wall
fifty caliber thrown in the gutter
ran away to get away
you found me on the bathroom floor
crying about you
i crawled to the door
ended up sprawled out
staring at the ceiling
seeing isnt believing
feelings unfeeling
undead monkeys in your head
brainless twits in your bed
ive come alive
time to commit a crime
i broke my hand
against your skull
your a selfish prick
and all i got was my life
ripped out of my death.
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Nicely done!
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