"k"

I’ll chew on the bullet if you can inspire me
Enough to write a lifetime of passion and regret.
I’d ravage your intention so good,
You’ll be coming back for more;
Like the junkie that you are.
I’ll knock you up, and make you carry 9 months of a mistake
That can’t be treated like one.
That needs to be loved enough to later understand
Its lifetime of passion and regret.
These thoughts are laced with mania,
Fixed on drugs, and stuck on whiskey dreams
That you CAN'T make come true.
I’m bent, hung over the couch,
Debating if I should point the gun
At eighteen years of apathy;
Or you.


"p"

Go ahead -- Shoot me!
Put me out of my misery
Your apathy ain't got nutthin' on my ability
To wrap my soul around your heart & squeeze
Tease regrets with $10 dollar bets of: "He'll Never Do It"
How many times have we done this before --
And how many times are we gon' go thru it?
Back & forth with drugs & drink -- What~chu~think?
Things are gonna be different this time?
Tell you what!
I'll get my Black Widow revolver -- You go git yo Nine
We'll have a duel -- The first to hesitate is a fainthearted fool
Poppin' holes in whiskey dreams -- Annihilating triple beams
We'll drink from streams of lamentation -- Pass out from intoxication
Sleep like the dead in each other's arms --
On a bed of nails under fate's moonlight charms


~Indecision is still a decision ~


"k" = KnowOne
"p" = PhotoSynthesis