There goes my man
He’s got the gun
He says it’ll bleed
And it shall be fun
He loves to kill
He loves to burn
I’ll be pleased
I see him come
I failed to love
Taste my blood
He hates to love
The game is fun
He loves to kill
He loves to hunt
He says it’ll bleed
And it shall be fun
I am the one
I failed to love
I’ll be pleased
I see him come…
And it shall be fun
And he triggers the gun
But he fails to learn
My love still burns…
--Dhira (27/3/08)
1 comment:
Dark and almost scary. It shakes one's presumptions. Perhaps it's meant to.
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