I Write Dark Poetry
the gun stares her
in the face
taunting her with the temptation
slowly she reaches
and heart is pounding
to the sound of a metronome ticking
one
it'll all be over soon
two
hear the muted silence of the world
three
in the face
taunting her with the temptation
slowly she reaches
and heart is pounding
to the sound of a metronome ticking
one
it'll all be over soon
two
hear the muted silence of the world
three