Broken Savior

[Mass Effex]

Same gun from day one, it’s hard to pull it
Same look then, except for one departed bullet
Different situation, expected consequences
Duckin’ and dodging life, oh yeah and not to mention,
Mental, the stability’s all up in the air
Plus line might be crossed between what’s wrong and fair
Knowin’ what’s gone’s a longer scare, the big
Mistake was to act out and stop and stare
Thinkin’ back things used to be so loose and clean
But this nightmare can seem just like a lucid dream
It’s hard to believe something like this was achieved
Payback wasn’t that great, the victory teased
And told it was all ya need, I guess not
The questions, who really deserves to get shot?
Doesn’t it the make ya the same? to react dumb?
That scumbag you hate, then you turn into that scum
Just to look in the face of life and blow smoke in
In slow motion, though it’s ugly and so broken
God comes to mind, it’s said that you should pray
But all I got back was what is thought that he would say
If any conselation, there was colossal faith in
The whole thing, but no match for trauma facin’
This black hole parallel can look so releivin’
A gateway to a place that’s beyond dreamin’
So close, it seems like the way’s in sight
That road to dark can seem like a fade to light
Filled up with an empty view, why bother
With choice when this life is already simply through
The thought process can seem like an illusion
But the method has brought things to one conclusion
There’s really no way back, but one way out
And the way is calling so close, no doubt
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Something you'd never get, most wish they didn't either
dark and lonely thoughts is what this sin'll feed ya
a tapeworm in the reasoning makes 'em collect
more and more regret, but's it's not the worst yet
sweating happy thoughts.....coughin' blood
loss of love....not as bad as the thoughts above
in the form of rain clouds, some forgot in the flood
can't make it to the boat, feet caught in the mud
the more thoughts, the more it's realized the choice locks
can't call for help, too much decay in the voice box
will this be the first or last life decision ever made?
no deadline, no guarantee in seven days
they call it selfish, the intelligent could plee
but they can't relate and don't need to be set free
revenge is sweet, or it pretends to be
it's never how the story really ends you see
always the satisfaction, never the reaction
the good hearted soul never is the one relaxin'
always the one feelin bad for the destruction
in the end though he's the only one who's really stuck with
a hard choice, it doesn't matter who's lovein to stay
cause when emotion ever really come into play?
can't be seen, there''s really no time time to lose
life's a right, property, time to choose
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stumble around around, try to load up the bullets in
death metal it's called, the piece is now full of it
pull the hammer, it starts lookin a little familiar
this should be really easy for a villian, a killer
take a deep breath, and think about the logic
mind's empty, nothin but this object
talk is cheap, but the choice won't be doin' the least
speakin from the heart, sincerely the newly deceased...

This is a story about a young killer and a battle with thoughts of suicide because of his concience and good heart. The last line said "speakin from the heart, sincerely the newly deceased" and implys more of his heart being dead so to speak and not going through with it...it seems like it may imply him actually killing himself...but hey, I wouldn't be typing this if this was the case.

[NoVeL]

I dont love crack but..
this is Dope!!

-NoVeL

[Glamtrash]

I don't condone it, but it's very well written.