Crawling through the dark on my hands and knees.
Trying to find you and begging to please.
Making eye contact in the pale night sky.
Seeing the coldness that's relative to the black of your eye.
The slight smile as you cut the rope
Acting like my savior or even the pope.
Acting like you're doing me a factor as you wave your gun.
thinking it's all in the name of your fun.
Do you care of my life and of the things I have done?
Is my life just a finger and a flash in the name of fun?
Am I to die face down in my blood
or be buried in some shallow grave filled with mud?
Am I to just be left on the side like a picnic gone bad?
Will you feel any remorse or even sad?

Will you ignore one who spent time in your eyes
just to lead up to this little surprise?
To have him at bay with a laugh and a smile
while you get ready to send him to heaven in single file.
'So what's the deal, you cracked out bitch?
Does that trigger finger have an itch?'

With that, a flash and a grunt
from my overview her point was blunt..
All she wanted was the key to my safe and loot.
My soul from my body, she gave the boot.
Well I don't care, for now I'm free to roam existence
and now I can understand life's persistence.
Now I'm fee and she's still stuck
So now ask me, Do I give a fuck?

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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