LENNON/CHAPMAN
- Dec. 8 1980
- 11 20 pm
- Shot multiple times
- Guitarist
- Famous band broke up
- Shot from behind
- Died instantly
- Chapman caught
-International news
- Witnessed by wife
- Shot with handgun

DIMEBAG/HALE
- Dec. 8 2004
- 10 20 pm
- Shot multiple times
- Guitarist
- Famous band broke up
- Shot from behind
- Died instantly
- Hale killed
- International news
- Witnessed by brother
- Shot with handgun


RIP John Lennon and Dimebag Darrell

She sat alone in the corner of her world
Tears streamed down her thin pale face
A wilted rose lays at her feet with a note
The note tells of an ended strife
A friend of her's who took his life
Even more her problems grow
For each tear there is a scar
She knows this pain can never end
Her own suicide would solve it all

There are thoughts inside my head
Constant images of being dead
Whether it be with a gun
Or hanging high from a rung
Maybe bleeding myself dry
Overdose I could try
I could just waste away
And never face another day

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Don't pretend you're the only one hurt ... don't pretend it's all your fault ... don't put all of the blame on me ... don't call me cold-hearted ... don't keep pushing me if you want me back ... don't guilt me ... don't ... just don't ...

Hello,
    How are you? I am, alive, I suppose. I am physically alive, mentally? I'm not sure ... I am falling apart and no one can see it. I can't live like this any longer. The only thing that keeps me alive is perhaps the tiny shimmer of happiness that may linger in my future. I have never felt this way before. I thought, that when I started, it was bad. Each one is deeper and no matter how much I do it, it never helps. It ... is never enough. There are exactly 98 from my wrist to my elbow. They consist of words and lines, and such. It hurts so bad, but it feels like ... for once ... I'm in control. But I know I'm not. Not with these sudden shocks of emotion that pull me down into the darkness that take over me. You know what, forget it. You don't actually care ... so why am I talking to you? ... Bye.

A few moments of happiness
A sentence to stop the pain
A simple gesture to pull it all together
A few awkward moments of silence
A sudden smile worth reliving
A jerk in the wrong direction
A few days of disappearance
A growing feeling of sickness
A look or two back to see
A few tears shed in rememberance
A wondering mind searching
A pair of desolate eyes
A few more days to see
A time to learn the truth
A lonely hour to cry
A few moments happiness
                                      torn away

... I don't know ... I just wrote in about three minutes ... I know what it's about ... but yeah ...