|Death Becomes Us (standard:poetry, 183 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Jun 07 2009||Views/Reads: 1357/821||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A song I wrote with my son.|
Death Becomes Us ~ Verse 1 Should I cut my losses or slash my wrists? It's not worth feeling like this. Saving myself by dying without you is better then being your part-time screw. ~ Chorus: Love is my sickness. My lustful fever. Was your willing captress. But it's not enough, when your eyes are sightless. ~ Verse 2 Should I win at losing or stand my ground? All the time knowing our future is drown. It was no accident but my mistake to fall for your soulless charisma. One I won't, ever again, make. ~ Repeat Chorus: Love is my sickness. My lustful fever. Was your willing captress. But it's not enough, when your eyes are sightless. ~ Verse 3 I deserve better. Click here to read the rest of this story (33 more lines)
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