On the Wall Your Photo's Hung
The days linger on and drive me crazy
Pull this trigger? Consider, maybe
Think things through, don't go rushing
I'm drowning now, turning and thrashing
Breathe sweet air back into my lungs
On the wall, your photo's hung
As time drifts slowly, I think again
Should my life, really come to an end
I think and I plan, confuse myself
Just a lonely soul searching for help
The sun it sets, then rises once more
Lose consciousness and crash to the floor
I wake in pain, agony it lurches
Usettled dreams of burning churches
But this is my choice, look through my drawers
Find the letter and this signature is yours
Then find my lighter, ignite a flame
Numb to know it's not the same
On the wall, your photo's hung
Reload again, bullets in my gun
Raise once more, but think things through
My last thought, it will be you.
Copyright © Sev Smith | Year Posted 2012
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