Okay so this is a weird kinda love/suicideish poem so beware of that

I'll maybe follow the people who hate to exist

I'll put a gun to the head or a knife to the wrist

the red wears off on my sleeves

I try to clean it all up but there's always a spot I missed

you, it's all you fault

and I I should've fought

but you were just like a dream

so who could blame me for falling

but when the night is dark it's all alright

don't speak, don't cry, he's on your side

he said it was fine, just choose a side

this or that side

this or that side

death is beautiful sir,

like a wonderful painting but with far more blur

my lover is beautiful sir,

like a brand new knife from a good saboteur

love is supposed to be beautiful ma'am,

we will follow it like a stupid lamb

he, was beautiful ma'am,

but I cannot hexplain how sorry I am

once he was good but now he's not right,

I'll scream, I'll cry , he's not on my side

where is my side, what is my side?

won't choose a side

won't choose a fight

it's you who fights

this or that side?

what are the sides?

i'm sorry for not posting