I would die for you,
take a bullet straight to my brain,
a knife in my chest,
lay down my life,
take my last breath,
venture into the unknown which is life after death,
if theres even a life at all,
let myself fall into the uncertain.
would you do the same for me?
would you take a bullet straight to your lungs,
a knife in your leg,
hoping for a heaven and even a hell.
how certain I am that I would give everything up for you,
and how unsure I am that you would do the same.
it like buying a lottery ticket,
its like answering a 22 mark question and praying you got it right,
because in the end you either get what you want,
or you fail,
life is a gamble,
and sometimes it always feels like your losing.
There was a time,
when I thought I knew how much I meant to you.
Now it just feels like a knife in the back,
and a bullet to heart.
with everything I now know,
with all this knowledge I have acquired,
with a firm grasp on how much I mean to you
If the bullet were to fly in your direction,
if the knife was to pierce your chest,
if the angel of death was knocking on your door,
that I wouldn’t think twice about my next move.