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Gun
written by Lovely_Suicide02:42 AM 10/5/04Sitting on the shore
The sea sinking within my core
Rain pouring down on me
Seeing only the tumbling angry sea
You take my hand
Telling me you have it planned
Guiding me towards the gun
Telling me its fun
Helping me to pull the trigger
The bullet coming bigger
Bounces from my head
And then i realize i'm not dead
The bullet rests at your feet
Telling you the plan wasn't complete
I turn the gun on you
I block your view
Hoping i will scare you away
I feel myself begin to fray
You can tell i'm weak
That im just a freak
You steel the gun
Knowing i've come undone
Standing before you
Knowing this is all true
I watch you release that pressure
And watch as it hits me making you feel fresher. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by frotofski_LaVey (10-5-2004 - 04:55 AM)
| A sort of death i can feel
well done |
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