Life has got me by the throat,while his counter part,love points a gun at my head... We are all posed at the edge of this cliff, I feel the jagged rocks digging into the skin of my feet and I bleed out.. trickle down into the earth with the seeds cast off by mother.. My breathing is shallow and life laughs sinister as the cold steel presses at my temple, love spits out jump Bitch, Jump!.. I do.. free falling. I feel like a feather, but the pressure builds as I sink and my bones crack backwards. Finally though.. I am layed to rest in a bed of roses who's thorns tear at my exposed flesh threatening to shred every bit of energy that I put into this relationship... And I am staring up to that retched cliff my face a stale beauty, where life stands beckoning me forward to do it all over again and Love sends me a farewell saying she always will and shots ring out in the distance in my honor from that velvet revolver.. I am dieing here from the inside out lying in these pricked roses and no one even know's it..