Breathing down my neck again,
No fault to recognize.
Blood's spilled, the finger pointed,
Screaming, heaving sighs.
The crime's committed, said and done,
Too fast for redemption.
Crimson hands with crimson fingers,
Long past the conception.
The long path none should walk,
Always crawl -never run.
Sad thoughts, you're depressed again,
Hand's closer to the gun.
Give me one good reason,
A plan without a cause.
Sickness getting deeper now...
She's one too many flaws.
The sequence is all broken up,
No water under the bridge.
All is wasted 'pon an empty mind,
With a weapon and a nervous twitch.


 
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