Take this gun, take this knife
Take it now, end your life
Don't be scared, don't you cry,
There's no fucking reason why.
There is no god
Your dreams are dead
You have not a friend
Just me inside your head.
YOU ARE READING
My Sweet Grave Digger
PoetryI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
