What Would Happen If You Exceeded The Recommended Dose Of Paracetamol?
Death… I love death though! At least, i love to write about it in my poetry…
poison in my cup
and a knife in my bed
fdcsxa gun in my hand
and a letter never read
save me from this hell
please shoot me dead
there never was a cure
now please bring this to my head
i’ll always be sick
lets watch my blood shed
please tell me
is my blood still red?
and i also wrote this one… It’s about coffee!
without you i couldn’t breath
i would give up the will to live
without my lips toughing yours
i wouldn’t live through live
without you i would shoot myself
i wouldn’t care anout anyone or any thing anymore
and with you in my hand
i would kill myself here and now
without you, my cup of coffee, i wouldn’t have the will live