There are so many questions
like, is love an invention?
Is peace a prevention,
of the wars of deception?
Will I lose myself if I have no one else?
Will there be nothing left
if I hold my breath?
I can get lost
if I'm not willing to learn.
I can get cold
if I let the fires burn.
All of the bridges
that I've tried to earn
might as well not exist
if I've nothing to yearn.
There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
Are there answers?
Or are we destined for cancers?
Are we dancers
in a minefield of adders?
Will the snakes keep us warm when we're asleep?
Will they bind our wounds,
and leave us with our souls to keep?
I've been in the pit so long, it's home.
A battleground so thick, yet so alone.
I've lost my mind, but I haven't lost my heart;
it doesn't know how to speak
without the will to say what's hard.
It's gone soft,
a gentle, hopeless thing.
Without a mind, how can it even sing?
So it's armed to the teeth
in the confusion of the storm.
The world is dark
there is no more a norm.
Will a heart lost at sea ever find its mark.
If you don't know what I mean,
just look at where we are.
There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
The gun never stops
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
Find a way to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
There are so many questions
like, is love an invention?
Is peace a prevention,
of the wars of deception?
Will I lose myself if I have no one else?
Will there be nothing left
if I hold my breath?
I can get lost
if I'm not willing to learn.
I can get cold
if I let the fires burn.
All of the bridges
that I've tried to earn
might as well not exist
if I've nothing to yearn.
There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
Are there answers?
Or are we destined for cancers?
Are we dancers
in a minefield of adders?
Will the snakes keep us warm when we're asleep?
Will they bind our wounds,
and leave us with our souls to keep?
I've been in the pit so long, it's home.
A battleground so thick, yet so alone.
I've lost my mind, but I haven't lost my heart;
it doesn't know how to speak
without the will to say what's hard.
It's gone soft,
a gentle, hopeless thing.
Without a mind, how can it even sing?
So it's armed to the teeth
in the confusion of the storm.
The world is dark
there is no more a norm.
Will a heart lost at sea ever find its mark.
If you don't know what I mean,
just look at where we are.
There's a gun in my hand
and in my soul
There's a gun in my mind
when I lose
control
But the gun in my heart's
on a deeper
roll
I don't know how to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
The gun never stops
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
Find a way to stop
bo-boom-bo-boom-boom
I hope you enjoyed this poem :)
Have a great day.
DEW
