Here I lie Staring At Clouds in shapes of dogs and cats I hear a woman Start to yell "Oh dear God, I think he fell"
I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell From the bow of William Tell. My body lies Kissing the ground Like a cross turned upside down.
A priest is rushing To my side, Begins to read me My last rites. Father you're too late My faith is weak So won't you save your half-hearted speech.
I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell From the bow of William Tell. My body lies Kissing the ground Like a cross turned upside down.
A man bends down and says, "Son, we're going to get through this one take my hand and let us pray..." I scream, "Please get the fuck away!"
I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell From the bow of William Tell. My body lies Kissing the ground Like a cross turned upside down.
The ambulance is singing As cops push back the crowd I start to take my last breath, As blood pours out my mouth. The medics walking my way I think this could be it. I hear them start to state The time of death is half past six.
I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell
I'm the arrow, Shot straight to hell
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I guess you could call this vent art? Though I'm fine right now (no "feel better soon" comments lol). This is just an artwork to represent how I feel sometimes, since when I get those feelings, I just can't draw at all.
