A Victim’s Prayer II: Thoughts of Suicide
Blow a bullet through my head
Let the doctor pronounce me dead.
All for a better world you’ll see
Away from all this misery.
Slash my wrist or stretch my neck,
Never more a nervous wreck.
No longer dealin’ with this stress,
Let the preachers my body bless.
Don’t bury me on hallowed ground,
Don’t let them know that I’ve been found.
A bloodless corpse with no more life,
A happy soul with no more strife.
Well… Like it?
Comment by Psycho — January 12, 2006 @ 2:22 pm
enough of the prayers! dont like it here! hehehe!
Comment by jerson_7876 — January 13, 2006 @ 4:23 pm
Ok… if you say so.
Comment by Psycho — January 14, 2006 @ 1:28 pm