11/06/2007

Do as I'm told

Take one last look at my lost eye
and throttle the ignition...
I'm losing my religion
And it makes me wanna cry.

Torture me
with the sweet sound
of a lightning stroke.
Kill me
with soft words
untill you choke.

Cast a spell over my lies
Breathing gets harder and harder
as you slowly spell "goodbye".
Just stabb her!

Torture me
with the tearing sound
of love notes.
Kill me
with a lyrics
that you wrote.

I don't understand
I can't stand this any longer.
As you sing so sweetly
I'm growing weaker.
Could I?
Should I?

Don't ask too much of me
I'll do as I'm told...

2 comments:

Martinha said...

O poema está bom, tem é umas pequenas partes digamos... "torturosas" xD
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Anonymous said...

You really like HIM uhm?