i wrote this and recorded this as a song a year back. liked the words but not the song. it's from the perspective of the dogs that michael vick killed. the helpless victims.
Cant see where I'm going. There's blood, scars are showing. I feel the fire growing, the pace of life is slowing. no one hears the screams, burning flesh and dreams . you killed for your game. battered alone and maimed. my eyes tell of pain,the lightning in my brain. collapsed my lungs with your reign. You hid behind the fame, hung us by our chains...i clawed from the remains, so won't kill again. don't try and walk away, I'm ending you today.
when you look at me, dollar signs what you see. killed for you vanity. ignored my basic needs, left me alone to bleed. worthless commodity, is what you thought of me. i failed, you slaughtered me. hell's where you outta be. The rain cant wash away, the sins the vacant days.Eyes singed with pepper spray born of your ruthless ways. for those you led astray. i rise again, collect. to dissect whats left. im here to snap your neck. ill lay your soul to rest.
I needed you. i depended, jail and "sorry" leave nothing mended. my wounds still gaping as we're left to die. torn skin, bent bones, burnt out eyes. engraved forever, like a head stone. i'll bury you, in the fucking end zone.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
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