by David B Trussell
Monday, June 17, 2002
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How about a goodbye, a sigh, a death, my try.
How about a single person, to kill worth hurting.
How about a helpless victim, to strike on without symptoms.
How about a conclusion, to end with intrusion.
How about a needy man, to take down in my plan.
How about a helpless treason, to hate without reason.
How about this one for you, I fucking hate you.
How about the truth, it's all true .
How about a game to play, a word of say.
How about a no for me, maybe I'm just off today.
How about something more to live for, or to adore.
How about the words that are in legacy, I know them just foresee.
How about what I said, how about it, it's not dead.
How about this, I'll take one wish, and blow it in a kiss.
How about it, no you say, then fuck this shit.