Duck, run, and don’t get caught
The game is simple,
I find you,
You’re done,
Over with,
I’ll count to ten,
One,
Don’t get me hot,
Two,
Don’t get me mad,
Three,
I tried out that thing I learned in therapy,
10 second breather?
But now all I really wanna do is leave him breathless,
Hidden in my waistband is the seeker,
He’ll count to ten faster than my lips ever could,
One, two…dang ten already?
Must be semi-automatic,
I unload into his stomach, hiding all of my bullets in his skin,
I could seek help but really am I broken or just a product of my environment?
Let’s not get too crazy, now,
This is life,
I live like this,
Now his body is only a part of the scenery,
Some time ago they caught me,
I counted to ten,
This time I thought it was life but it can’t be reality,
One, two, three, I lost count. How’d we get to 25?
I guess it’s been a few years since they hid me in the prison system,
I could seek a more lenient sentence but really I just want a solid meal,
Maybe I’ll count to ten again,
One, two,
This time it’ll count,
Three, four, five,
Tell mom I love her,
Six, seven, eight,
I can’t go on much longer,
Nine, ten,
Before I know it, my breath is hidden by the noose around my esophagus,
I didn’t think it would be this painful,
A tear escapes my eyes,
This one I can’t hide,