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A gun lying on the floor.
I look down upon it.
I admire it.
I pick it up.
Its cold.
A smile falls upon my face.
I love the way I point it to my head.
"Bang!"
What a joyous sound!
The sound of life being taken.
Laughter and screams.
Tears and joy.
My finger slips and the trigger is pulled.
I have been set free........
- by Randomsjbxehbxdje |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/22/2008 |
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- Title: The Gun on the Floor
- Artist: Randomsjbxehbxdje
- Description: Well this just one of many poems I write........
- Date: 12/22/2008
- Tags: suicide
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Comments (4 Comments)
- DysphoriaHarm - 12/22/2008
- impresive =O
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- Angry zera - 12/22/2008
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hey.....ur not going to the after life without me....lol
i love it.........................although its sorta depressing - Report As Spam
- oldsong - 12/22/2008
- AWESOME POEM!!
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- Sikki-MCRmy- - 12/22/2008
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well. your just a bright and happy person aren't you? lol.
i do like it tho. - Report As Spam
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