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It seems I've finaly gone to far this one will leave more than a scar
I am not on a hitlist and will be a whacked by a man named Vinny
Never met him but the way Misty talks about him I'm guesing he's not to skinny

I fear not my death or the life I leave behind
I fear only for the people I leave in their daily grind
What of my grandmother when I am gone She's already lost her son losing me will break her
What of Izzy, when I leave who will cheer her up, KK can't do the same as I
And what of my mother, please mamma don't cry
It can't be helped I said the wrong thing at the wrong time
Is it really such a crime?
To say something in ignorance to offend on a whim that one has never known
And in return to have my brains blown
What kind of cowardice is it to kill a pacafist?
Words met with violence
What an imperfect world we live in
I am more than glad to finally depart it
Life had finally started and now it seems to a close
But that my dear friends is a lie
I am not so easy to kill as one might think
So many inconviences I have made in my own death that it is more benificial to the cold hearted b***h to keep me alive than it is to have the mafia whack me
I suppose I am a rather sneaky b*****d, thirteen envelpes hidden away each to be opened on my death giving her and that blasted hit man away
It seems she may not have me die today
So I live each day like my last in the knowledge that life is short and may be eneded at any second.


....any one else see a red dot in here like a laser or something?
What's with the shadowy figure in the tree?...
Just kidding no laser scope or shadow figure, gotcha.