07-25-2013, 04:43 AM
Coup
A desperate cry,
a whispered please,
a knife slid in,
with playful ease.
Three in the morning,
two voices raised,
one shot rang out,
zero were saved.
Tying the knot,
he hoped for death,
hanging there,
he begged for breathe.
Death finds us all,
we wait our turn.
We live our life,
to watch it all burn.
A desperate cry,
a whispered please,
a knife slid in,
with playful ease.
Three in the morning,
two voices raised,
one shot rang out,
zero were saved.
Tying the knot,
he hoped for death,
hanging there,
he begged for breathe.
Death finds us all,
we wait our turn.
We live our life,
to watch it all burn.