I'd like to meet:
The Knife
I sit in my expensive leather chair
I listen to my music without a careThe song has just repeated for the twentieth time
As tears still fall down my face thinking about my past crimesHow could I have let her fallen I said I would protect her till the end
But some where I broke that promise and it cost me my dearest friendAs the song starts again what has become the soundtrack of my life
I slowly pull out the sleeping metal box the one that houses the knifeOnce upon a time really not that long ago
The knife belonged to my best friend who cherished it soBut as sharp as the blade still is to this day
The very object in my hand took my dearly beloved friend awayI can still see the specks of blood reflected by the desk lamp light
Oh how this mere object set my fragile heart in plightI tried to help her, said everything would be okay
But the demons in her soul lead her mind astrayShe cut both her arms along her pale blue veins
Her life blood pooling around even today you can still see the stainsAs I close my eyes I imagine her taking those final dying breaths
Tears streaming down our faces but hers would finally come to restTo think it was all done with the knife I gave her two christmases ago
How to this day it still shines in the light where yet the rust shall eventually growI play with it in my hand daring myself to let it slip
But some where along the way I decided to tighten my gripI conclude on this day I will not let the same demons win
I must honor the memory of my friend who only made one eternal sinI open the box and place the tainted knife safely inside
As the box slowly closes one last tear falls from my blood shot eyes
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Music:
Inside the old church, You lit a smoke and sipped your flask. "Have You Ever Died?" With dead-serious eyes, you asked, With a little laugh To make it like you were joking. Yeah, you were breath-taking; You left me Gasping and Choking.This cemetary Gets a little warmer at night. You, me, and bottles Of Bourbon and Formaldahyde; The mix was toxic. You were Blurry, I was Confused And drunk on all the lies You tried to make sound like the truth.We're in a Sandbox. You're giving off Good Vibrations, The kind that rock worlds, Tear through schools and police stations, and fire houses, Hospitals and the happy homes Of neutered house-trained dogs With backyards full of buried bones.On a Date with Death, And I've never felt so alive. Her crooked smile Makes my heart burn up my insides. She is hot as Hell, With horns and a lovely forked tongue She's a she-devil, And she's as Evil as they come.On a Date with Death, Painting the town blood-red for laughs. "Have You Ever Died?" She knew the truth before she asked.
Movies:
Heroes:
.. - Get Your Own