Take A Bullet In My Head

For the grace of the world isn't enough to withstand the hardships of life. To know the meaning of love, to have heart break beneath the fight; the fight of all that once was here. while ghost whisper in my ear, the magic slipping from my tears. The blood dripping black from being poisoned by to much of the old; old detaining shit from everyone around. Deep inside a cave finally emerging from the old galleon and a mans past giddy experience; that once never was and descends unto earth till all is right or all is gone. The right path might be the deep dark one to where you find peace and sleep and no puzzlements excpt for where to end the end itself. To end yourself with the end tonight with not one but two. The bullet for the heart, especially for loving and a bullet for the brain for giving everyone a fighting chance, to break your heart. Then open your eyes and start all over again to a new day that awaits.