Will You Sit There With a Gun to Your Head?
"Will you sit there with a gun to your head?"
You asked, regarding my Christmastime plans
When this thrust I jokingly deflected
You spread it that I would do myself in
Letters arrived from long-lost family
Each extending a hand at your behest
A sister's note handwritten from pity
Expressed sorrow I'd be killing myself
Sorry to say I'd no such intentions
My suicide being what you hoped for
It was then I broke communications
Able to deal with the horror no more
    Your alcohol and madness and evil
    To survive I must escape from them all.
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