From Now On Poem by Nicholas Neato

My tongue is the gun
My word is the bullet
My brain is the trigger
I'm itching and twitching to pull it

I'm the bend that broke
Your the dramatics
It's just the heart that suffers
And we're all addicts

It's all about to what degree
When everything can kill you
And only death can set us free
Are you just scared to open your eyes
Or are you scared of what they might see
That lines the bomb that dropped us here
And I'm only this ghostly cause
Thats what made me out to be

Count your lucky star
Count your mistakes
Then count me out
From now on
When your thinking of your future
Count me out