The Darkest Night Draws To a Close...... My Hands Clasp The Withering Rose........ Along This Street Thousands Had Bled......... All that is Left is A Bullet For My Head....... Shot in The leg And Shot in the arm................ I Swear I didnt do to You any Harm.............. Tears Of Pain Too I Have Shed............... All That Is Left Is A bullet for my Head............... Rivers Of pain And Rivers Of Blood.......... These Empty Streets Do They Flood.......... What I Had Started Is Now Undone...... My War With The Dark Has Just Begun......... Only after I win I shall Rest on A bed............. after all, there always is a bullet for my head............ If I Do lose And Never Return........... you Must This Rose At the Foothills Burn........ And Then Repeat What i just Said........ There Was A Bullet For His Head..... Half-dead voices rend the air........ scared, you sit up from your chair...... its me returning from the death...... Not truly alive, nor truly dead.......... the curse of the undead lies upon me........ this is my condition as you can see..... i have waited long for this chance i said...... its time to use the bullet for my head....... A shot is never fired that misses his aim.......... Then why are you trying to play this game? ? ? DEATH OR GLORY! is your aim you said........... why dont you use the bullet on my head? ? ? A shot is all it takes to end this curse........... quickest action is needed or else i will be worse......... please, PLEASE, do what i have said......... i really need that bullet in my head............ Red Mist in the air draws to a close........ my hands clasp the withering rose........ all over this alley i have bled.......... i finally have that bullet in my head..........
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 04:54:18 +0000
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