No Use Anymore
Get the (freaking) hint,
or remain belligerent and happy;
Choice is yours.
Choose wisely,
or Point Blindly.
Choice is yours.
Choose wisely,
Or point blindly.
Why does my heart stop?
Beats wavering through me.
Tumbling me to the ground.
Knocking me over,
Forcing me to breathe.
Constantly trying.
Can't you see;
I'm (freaking) dying!?
Blade's from his sheath.
Death is my lover,
For compassion she has found.
Allowing me to be.
Cause' life's cards dealt me a flop.
It's all random....
It 's all random.
Choice is an illusion.
To put our minds to seclusion.
So choose wisely.
Copyright © Curtis Heisler | Year Posted 2011
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