slowly

November 12, 2015

_SLOWLY__

Like a ninja waiting behind the darkness is an assassin

Seemingly watching people in passing, studying their movements, while this was happening

I decided to track down this killer who struck under the cover of darkness

I figured i could conquer her because I was an expert marksman

After she shot me, everyone knew her name L-O-V-E

I walked out of my door, and she L-O-V-E shot me, dead in the knee

Now I am humbly bowing down to her, I have submitted to her

She didn't care what it took for her to finally conquer me

I am crying out for help becuz we all know that love hurts to the core, and I have a heart sore, I bleed

See, the heart is a muscle and sometimes we just need to give it a rest

I came to this resolution as she put a bullet with sniper-like precision in my chest

It hasn't killed me, but what is in store for me, I am afraid of what's going to happen next

She could end my journey right here, I know she's feeding off of my fear, but here the test

With obstacles and trails and tribulations, I decided to fight back

You will never bring a change on me without my concent, my mind flashes back

To what she and I did to each other, for a while we were together but we were just got used to each other

I wasn't honest with her, I should have told her that once before I was smothered

By lust's hands and im not sure if this relationship is true

But I couldn't do that, it would be awkward, it would have came out the blue

The last thing I want to do is argue with you, I told her

But my baby shot me down, bang bang, can't believe I tried to hold on to her

There was once a time where anything was possible

We would hold hands and say the God will guide us pass these obstacles

But somewhere down the line we have lost that fire that used to burn

Do we go back to get it, or do I make my own, that's my concern

I bleed out my emotions as I collapsed to the ground

My vision begins to fade, I lay on the ground as I hear the sounds

Of distressed friends telling to fight on, but the emptiness continues to hold me

As I begin to die, slowly

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