.45 God

The knife, the pistol, my canvas, my end...

Heartbeats fall and I'm crying
What have you done
What have you done
Blood drips down and I'm laughing
What have you done
What have you done

I won't let the blood stay in the veins
& it haunts me, languid

Lethargic and stagnant
What have I done
What have I done
Suddenly placid as I mumble
What have I done
What have I done

One bullet is all that I ask
GAY GOD on my epitaph