Bathroom flood
Cutthroat
Grab the rope
Gun shot boom
Missing the morgue
By an inch
The storm is out
I sit in the sand
With metal rods
In my hand
I have been trying
And trying
And trying
But
You
I mean I
Just won't die
Bathroom flood
Cutthroat
Grab the rope
Gun shot boom
Missing the morgue
By an inch
The storm is out
I sit in the sand
With metal rods
In my hand
I have been trying
And trying
And trying
But
You
I mean I
Just won't die
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Comments3
Sometimes things don't go as planned and one has to face the music. A rather dark read it runs smoothly and carries the reader along
Thank you
The feeling it is all to much and that is the only way out, but it`s not, just sometimes we cannot see it. Powerful and dark read, well expressed
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You are very welcome
Suicidal tendancies are still tendancies i guess. I think it's probably better to be suicidal then dead. Lol
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You are very welcome.
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