bullets to fly
graves to dig
men to fall, and tears too sweet
these hands will tell tales
of bloodshed and pain
written in red
and drown in blood
~~~
shotgun in hand
i bust down the door
cards fly up and pistols out far
2 shells go out and 5 bullets return
2 men are dead, and i stand alone
pain overwhelming
and dripping to the ground
my pride is broken twice...
mid chest and collar bone
~~~
last breath on earth is pure with life
and stretching to the end, that cannot come
we all die now
only to wake up in white beds
... at least i woke
~~~
some men carry on, some just fill space
others will be on display in a different place
doctors all around and police stand aside
i did the impossible
i took two lives
buried with honors
while i stand with shame
life and death so simple
when a gun gets a hand
Shyheart
you are a fucking terrible poet stop seriously.
River (Updated )
i dont need you to come here and read something, nor do i need comments that suck the life out of me...
it would seem that u have a unhealthy relationship somewhere and all you can do is knock me and try to make me feel bad, i feel pity for you that you are so alone and hurting so much that you need to lash out at people like this.. but really man, that aint a way to get a friend,
its a good way to show a maturity level that is far below where you should be...
sorry dude but your just a mindless sheep
so.. fuck off and all that jazz
~~~
just read all your posts... i cant believe that you believe your a sack of shit..
no wonder you try to knock me... you cant even reach my knees ...!