LOADED. A song from EXILE, book four of the grievechronicles by Angel Brynner 14AUG2014

you wipe…your nose…the time…it stops.

you strike…a pose….you fear…no clocks.

you will… be fine….you were…before.

but not….this time…you need…it more.

(can’t you see what waits for you-

cant you see what guns for you…

all the demons  you fought through…

the devils with which you chose to screw -)

a load…ed gun…no not…this way

its just for fun…you all….ways say

but you…cant see…you think its play.

your life…your fun….chose to… betray

a load…ed gun…oh what…a waste

pretend…its fun… that you…still taste

your life…will leave…you in…this place…

you’ll wear your prize…across…your face-

(you couldn’t see them wait for you-

they watched you start to stumble through

with every sniff, waited for you…

the demons God made release you-)

[…………….]

I need a fix in this stupid town-

you work for me-better track it down

just turn your tricks until it is found-

I need a fix in this stupid town-

[…………….]

a loaded gun…no words to say

the blood it runs…you had to play

cant hear…me now…you float away

you are the one…you fade…away

the blood…it runs…you fade again

and you…were done…in by…your friend

the blood…it runs.. cant take …no more

what have…you done?…you’re on…the floor

please not…tonight…cant watch…the fight

your  heart…is weak…you can…not speak

the blood…it runs…cant take…no more…

what have…you done…this to…you for

And you see…you leave…you float…away

you were…deceived…you Had….to play.

its in…your blood…you put…it there…

a loaded gun…but you don’t CARE{breaks}

The loaded gun…he leaves…it in

the very one…you called…your friend…

he makes…the sign….to call…it in…

you watch…him hope…this is …your end

he leans…down close…enough …to taste

he licks…the sick…right off …your face…

and then…he spits…he hates…the taste…

almost…as much..as he hates…your face-

[……………….]

As for you{up}

you never thought that I was the one for you

As for me{up}

you lying on the floor finally sets me free

As for this{up}

the needle in your arm that is your true bliss

As for us{down}

The God you made me says you wont survive this-

[…………………]

He laughs his hate across your skin

goes its… too late…to call…it in…

believes…his hate…gave him…the win…

that this…is fate…instead…of sin.

(Now do you see what hunts for you-

the strawberry fields you stumble through…

You best recall what you once knew…

the mission I first called you to -)

please not…tonight…cant stand…this sight

your  heart…is weak…you can…not speak

the blood…it runs…you to…the door

open… and see…what you took…it for

you stand… beside…. your lonely …bed

As one feigned love…wishes you dead.

And now…you know…its not in her head.

The God who sowed…showed you…instead.

you were…deceived…you Had….to play.

now that you see…what can…you say?

it’s coming…back…and so…are you.

decide…right now…what you…will do.

copyright Angel Brynner/AOLAB

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