I know how it will end.
Oh, I know how it will end.
My life is in her hands.
Oh, my life is in her hands.
It glistens in my hand
Paint it red. Paint it red.
As the light fades away,
Paint the bathroom red.
She has just gone down
I know I'll see her soon,
as day fades to night
like the waning of the moon.
Red hands. Black space.
A Red and Apathetic Face.
I hear her mad cries
as light fades from the eyes
I know those 2 love me but I don't care.
Losing another is too much weight to bear.
I hear their sobs, their pleas to stop,
Its too late anyway. Why bother.
I know how it will end
Oh, I know how it will end
In the tub I lie
the bathroom painted red.
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Disclaimer: This is vent poetry