You are my weapon,
my avenger,
the one I unleash
on anyone, anywhere.
Anyone guilty
of my lack of effort,
my frustration,
or of not being kind.
I fire you
for the things I lose
or the ones I fail to overcome.
I keep you tied to my waist,
always loaded,
but never well secured.
I **** you,
like a revolver in my hand,
and pull the trigger
with reckless passion.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
You are my weapon,
my avenger,
the one I unleash
on anyone, anywhere.
Anyone guilty
of my lack of effort,
my frustration,
or of not being kind.
I fire you
for the things I lose
or the ones I fail to overcome.
I keep you tied to my waist,
always loaded,
but never well secured.
I **** you,
like a revolver in my hand,
and pull the trigger
with reckless passion.
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