Lifeless

Yesterday we came to hunt them down
We got high, about, under and around
Two losers making their way through life
Running amongst the things we despise.

The touch of the heat of your hand
One thing I was sure could understand
But the gun at my head by my own
Stops me from turning this upside frown.

When I pulled the trigger
A red flash appeared before my very eyes
When my end was delivered
I stopped reaching for the God in the skies.

Yesterday we talk about getting cleaned
We drank some, slept some, never awoke
One of the losers was called by the light
No, you won’t see that lost soul tonight.

The touch of the heat of her heart
Was a thing that couldn’t keep them apart
But the knife in the line of the throat
Stopped the sailor from sailing his boat.

When I slit both my writs
A blurry cloud emerged, as I lay on the floor
When depression beat my wits
I couldn’t find the one thing I needed before.

And now she’s alone
But she can manage it,
as long as she’s stoned
cause what better way
to kill the pain once for all
than to kill yourself;
body, heart, mind and soul…?

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