They say a thought is what kills people. Not the gun.
My words are like bullets.
With every hot word spewing from my mouth
like bullets flying out of the barrel with quick grasps of the trigger
And with each bullet a deeper hole burns in my mind.
I run out of words .
like the end of the clip in the gun
15 bullet wounds to the head
Steaming in my mind.
With burning rage
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
They say a thought is what kills people. Not the gun.
My words are like bullets.
With every hot word spewing from my mouth
like bullets flying out of the barrel with quick grasps of the trigger
And with each bullet a deeper hole burns in my mind.
I run out of words .
like the end of the clip in the gun
15 bullet wounds to the head
Steaming in my mind.
With burning rage
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