holding on for dear life
now you see yourself at the other end of this knife
now you beg for mercy
watching yourself, these movements you make
looking down screaming 'these are not my hands'
fighting the person in the mirror
because you're not the best of friends
the end has climbed through your window
turned out your light
there's no breath left in your body
this was your last night
now the clouds rain chariots
and your home is in ruins
you blush with shame
now lie in your ways
and let disgrace cover you
you blush with shame
lie in your ways
let disgrace cover you
Not The Pilot
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-bring-a-screwdriver-to-a-gun-fight/
