User blog:CrimsonTuxedo24/Busstop-CrimsonTuxedo24

This will hardly rhyme, so, DISCLAIMER. (Based off a personal experience) It's not even a...song, more as it's a lyrical story

7:00 AM, waiting for the bus

Regret, pain, misery, just thoughts

Tears fall on the ground

Hear the bus, comes by, sounds

JUMP

Red everywhere, busstop like a blood bath

Body strewn about, everywhere, slaughter

Tossed, turned, torn, clothes and body ripped

Crying in sorrow, no life left to spare,

DEAD

Sirens bleep, brakes go BAM

Doors open, siren still goes BLAM

Picked up, dropped on the stretcher

Flatline, fucked you over too many times

CRY

Love controlled your mind, made you hate

Trapped in the casket, you simply fade

Motherfucker has no regrets, keeps on going

Erased from the earth, it's an apocalypse, damn

BUSSTOP

Not a good song, but a damn good message