Love2Lust
08-23-2005, 01:42 AM
More of a fun song of mine, no real point, its not meant to be special, I just got bored and wrote it up lol, so dont take it seriously, hell I could care less if it got critted...just sharing it lol :thumb:
(oh and dont tell me how crappy the 3rd from last verse is...I know already lol, againthis was for fun...)
Manhunt
I heard her scream,
a bloodshrilling howl,
it turned over the eyes,
to a vision so foul,
A woman with a blade,
soaked deep in blood,
pulled from beneath the covers,
and out of the one she loved,
Have I done the deed,
I cant remember it seems,
did I kill this man,
hell I know thats how it seems,
Chances are I did him in,
another vodka stained thoughtless sin,
murder is nothing compared to the hurt,
The hurt I brought to the wife of this jerk,
I remember him saying I was just a punk,
god knows we were both innocent drunks,
but the blade found his chest,
and my hand was on the handle,
the story will be put to rest,
as I run out of ammo,
I fight off the red and blue,
the lights cause my fear,
I think I could make it out,
with one more bullet and a beer,
I count whats left in the clip that runs near dry,
3 more rounds left, only 16 shy,
I could have dropped them all,
even as they broke my door,
but I chose to run for cover,
and dove to the bottom floor,
The glass shattered around me,
I felt it peirce my skin,
a pure burning sensation,
but I had to keep it in,
The cops were on my tail,
19 men were chasing,
surely one would die,
and surely guns would be blazing,
I ran across my old car,
keys sat within,
Broke through the window,
and pulled myself within,
The ignition started promptly,
the shots did ring loud,
I felt the burning once again,
and saw a dark red cloud,
The darkness overwhelmed me,
and I sat against the wheel,
in the distance a car's horn blaring,
the end of a mans ordeal.
(oh and dont tell me how crappy the 3rd from last verse is...I know already lol, againthis was for fun...)
Manhunt
I heard her scream,
a bloodshrilling howl,
it turned over the eyes,
to a vision so foul,
A woman with a blade,
soaked deep in blood,
pulled from beneath the covers,
and out of the one she loved,
Have I done the deed,
I cant remember it seems,
did I kill this man,
hell I know thats how it seems,
Chances are I did him in,
another vodka stained thoughtless sin,
murder is nothing compared to the hurt,
The hurt I brought to the wife of this jerk,
I remember him saying I was just a punk,
god knows we were both innocent drunks,
but the blade found his chest,
and my hand was on the handle,
the story will be put to rest,
as I run out of ammo,
I fight off the red and blue,
the lights cause my fear,
I think I could make it out,
with one more bullet and a beer,
I count whats left in the clip that runs near dry,
3 more rounds left, only 16 shy,
I could have dropped them all,
even as they broke my door,
but I chose to run for cover,
and dove to the bottom floor,
The glass shattered around me,
I felt it peirce my skin,
a pure burning sensation,
but I had to keep it in,
The cops were on my tail,
19 men were chasing,
surely one would die,
and surely guns would be blazing,
I ran across my old car,
keys sat within,
Broke through the window,
and pulled myself within,
The ignition started promptly,
the shots did ring loud,
I felt the burning once again,
and saw a dark red cloud,
The darkness overwhelmed me,
and I sat against the wheel,
in the distance a car's horn blaring,
the end of a mans ordeal.