I shall choke,
Choke
Choke on the words that I've said.
I shall run,
Run
Run to the place where I'll never be.
I shall prod,
Prod
Prod until the answer is given.
I shall ask,
Ask
Ask why it was you.
Why'd you have to leave?
Why'd you have to die?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why isn't it me with the tears,
Tears running from my eyes.
Shave my head,
Poke me, stick me,
Make me bleed, make me bruise.
Anything to keep it from you.
I don't want you to be eaten by this monster,
I don't want you to be eaten by this monster.
I'll save you, someday.
Someday you'll be saved.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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