Friday, August 14, 2009

Don't spend stolen money, invest it

Revenge is a drug,
a sick abuse
that I've learned to become accustomed to.
But I found more
than you can ever buy
So this is goodbye
Goodbye

It is time
to get what we deserve,
to steady this shook hand
and sign that dotted line.
Just try and take my memory
attempts will stay in vain.
I will never back down
if one thing's for sure,
you raised a fighter.

Just come looking for that closure,
you'll find me unsympathetic,
yes you are pathetic.
Brace yourself,
I will run this to the ground
if it means you'll feel it.
Oh I know you'll feel it.

Build me up by tearing us down.
Oh I bet you wont regret
raising this prodigal son.
Was I even a son?
Or just a gap to fill the silence.
Your last inmate,
tunneled out,
skipping that life sentence.
Leaving you a shawshank warden
to pull that trigger.
I'm sure it was surreal,
finally having to feel.

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