Oh My

May 16, 2014

Scratch my back as tears begin to dry,

Because of what you did to me tonight.

You’re why,

Oh my.

Turn my back and begin to reload

The gun on the table, I might explode,

All for you,

Oh my,

My brains will for art upon the wall,

As blood oozes from my arteries,

And I’ll fall.

Oh my.

Twisting anxiety rules my mind.

By doing this, what will I find?

I cry.

Oh my.

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