I FUCKED UP I KNOW THIS DAMN

Oct 31, 2005 11:13

THESE TEARS THAT I CRY
AS I SCREAM AT THE SKY
ASKING GOD WHY
WHY CANT I DIE
WHY CANT I WALK AWAY
AS A GHOST THAT WAS SLAYED
DO I HAVE TO DO IT MYSELF AS I MAKE ANOTHER CUT WITH MY BLADE
AS THE BLOOD DRIPS DOWN I HAVE NO FROWN
FOR I KNOW I DIED STILL DOWN WITH THY CLOWN
AS I BIT MY LIP AS MY TEARS START TO SLIP
I ADMIT I AM A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT
A SHELL OF A MAN
THAT COULD NEVER STAND-TALL AS I STARTED TO CRAWL
MY TEMPETURE STARTED TO FALL
GETTING REALLY PALE-WHITER THAN A SHEET
AS THE BODY BAG BEING PULLED OUT OF THE HOUSE YOU CAN SEE THE TAGS
ON MY FEET SO THIS MY LAST POEM MY LAST WORDS AS CHAD ALEXANDER PRICE
AS THE STITCHED UP CORPES THROWS OUT HIS LAST NIGHT

JUST REMEMBER ILL BE ALRIGHT
AS TOXIK IS REBORN INTO THE DEAD KLOWN JUST REMEMBER THERE IS NO FROWN
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