Match Made In Hell-A Poem By Jesse Jones
Posted on: February 18, 2008, at 05:26:40am

I'm writing your name on the bullet
I know what you're thinking
"Why is he doing it?"
But it's all I can do so just gock it and pull it
It was a match made in Hell
You and me would never hear weading bells
I'm walking down the hall
Crying as i fall
Your room right infront of me
Open the door and pull the trigger
Now I lay on the floor cold and bitter
Lifeless as the house you live in
Now you can't tell me that could have ended better