Silent Death

by Sarah   Oct 22, 2004


Look at all these beautiful colors...
pink and orange and blue and red...
Hundreds of little balls of wonder,
the perfect antidote for my head.
Never again will i listen to them,
hear them say my life is off track...
Today i'm going to leave again --
but this time i'm not coming back.
One by one they'll drop down,
followed by a swig of rum,
burning pleasure, delightful pain,
a silent death, forget the gun.

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