Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired... "

Monday, August 3, 2009

Lethal Injection

These are your last words on death row, what are they going to think about you now?
Not that it makes a difference to you; you're already six feet under.
Your memory is left behind, and those words are what you set yourself on.
A guillotine of self destruction, or a pedestal of redemption.
Fall off, rise up; you're still stuck in the ground.

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