A woman struck with guilt struggles to decide her fate |
Grass is cool sharp as ice Dark crisp trudging slices the night woman's legs brush ripped jeans and evident fight hand clutching metal a weapon that's seen fueled might matted hair sticking clustering her sight knees crash welcoming the ground Was i right? Tears drip like rivers cleansing the blood filth but not the guilt Hands shake burrowing in feeling the rich soil love seeping in her skin making blood boil I miss you, but Eyes search the cool lifeless grave The look the look Emotion comes in waves as her voice dwindles Please dont cry. You've done your part. Join me love Weapon drifts over begs for her touch It doesn't hurt, I'm here for you forever Ghostly hands guides hers in demand Clutching the trigger lifting to it's target Make it all okay darling Squeeze fingers curl it Knuckles whiten all eyes shut away Twisted voices torment a warm touch YOU HAVE A CHOICE! locking embrace theres no escape gun thrown out of reach Trembling shaking rough hands tighten the face peering in those eyes forsaken weighted with sorrow his voice not taken You have a choice But I've---- Ponders staring at the grave He's waiting for me, i know it Dont let yourself cave dont trade in I care Please, Squeezed her hand face in her hair Stay with me forget the demands |