(posted this months back in wrong section so not many viewed it)
I sit here amongst the darkness
Scared, alone and tormented
A rusted unused weapon I brush upon cold lips
Shaking, trembling and crying
No longer will life taunt me
Will this deadly weapon shatter the skull?
Walls blood stained, sanguineous
Stiff fingers clench the trigger
Peace and agony marry
Tear filled eyes close as the mind clears
The trigger is pulled
All memories hope and dreams
Are gone
2007-06-17
10:55:45
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