Shot gun Suicide

This is a song I wrote a long time ago.

Shot gun suicide
in a back seat
rapeing from your genocide
dieing to your beat

falling down a rabbit hole
falling in your mind
so lock and load baby
cause now its time

POINT! AIM! and shoot me
I! HATE! this life I have
its time to die
its time to die
its time to die from a shot gun suicide

a hole blown open wide
from the devils hand
spinning from the terrified
crawling across the land
slam a bullet in my head
slit my wrists for the blood
child devil eat the dead
sinking back into mud

chours

Mr. Spooky

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Categorized as poetic

By Mr. Spooky

Hello, I'm Cody, I never was a normal kid, my greatest fear was having the blue collarded job and being just like everybody else, sadly in 8th grade I was like everyone else, but then the summer afterwards I realized who I was inside. I like my poetry, cherish my friends and family, devote myself to the goddess and god and wish that Steamboat had more Goths.