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Slayer

Contributed by Alexa_Bachtel on Tuesday, 24th November 2009 @ 03:11:42 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I just remember that I was little bit too much
And this guy's given me a lift to my home
And now his dead body lies on the floor
With an inlet from the bullet in the heart

I remember we were getting groove on all nite long
And the way he was trying to hook me up
Pouring me with a glass of tequila on and on
But I dont remember how I shot him dead.

Wouldnt somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrels still smoking?
Cos I cant recall how I became a slayer.

I remember that he wanted more,
Something that I couldnt give to him
Thats why I told him to leave me alone
So tell me how he could become a victim?

I dont remember how I grabbed the gun,
And I dont remember me to shoot him dead,
But I can never forget his last shriek
And the way he fell as if shot, oh mr. officer.

Wouldnt somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrels still smoking?
Cos I cant recall how I became a slayer.

I dont remember what's happened yesterday
I cant recall how I became a slayer
But I never meant to take his life away
But this already cannot heal his damaged heart.

Wouldnt somebody tell me
What's happened here?
What's this gun doing in my hand
And why its barrels still smoking?
Cos I cant recall how I became a slayer.

Copyright © Alexa_Bachtel ... [ 2009-11-24 15:11:42]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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