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Murder Is A Disease

This is
The time
When i ask myself
What is going on
I felt myself slipping away
Out of your arms
I felt myself slipping away
Out of control
I miss my self
I miss you too
You miss me’ and how I used to bee

Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I cry
Of how different things would be
If you had to die

But now is the time
Time to find out
Now is the time
I love you very much my dear
I love you please don’t fear
Medication won’t help
Suffocation’s not right
Mutilation’s just wrong.
I’ll be nice

Finger on the trigger
Against your skull
Finger on the trigger

Click
Click
PULL!
A simple death,

A Life has ended.
Because of me
a life has ended I’m not who i used to be.
As darkness falls tonight, I’ll start to live
Live the fight, my illness has taken control of me
And I need to flee, away from town away from this.
As I wipe the blood off your head, I clean the weapon
As I dress you in your best, a bullet proof vest.
It’s too late now.
I leave you for the maggots, I leave you no funeral.
I leave you for the maggots,
I leave you no funeral.
I feel cold, no emotion,
No one is to know, my crime, act of depression.
As darkness starts to fall, tears of joy.
I slip further and further away from you.
I’ll live my life live the fight.
My illness has taken control of me
I need to flee, away from this, the mess I leave behind someone will find.
Xoxo

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