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Jan 2015
Don't shoot me
My hands held high
If I raise them any more they'll touch the sky
Your gun pointed at me
How could you possibly have fear in your eyes
Look in mine
See the will to live
As we both stare down each other
Guess this is what you call a stand still
I dare not move
Wouldn't want you to make a mistake of me charging
Giving you the chance to make your gun breath
Shooting fire and oozing smoke
No I'm not moving one bit
I'd even hold my breath if I thought it posed a threat
But my hands held high can't you see
I'm not a threat
It's you who's threaten me
But you have the gun so your in charge
Does it make you feel more like a man
I'd *** my pants if it helps
To bad I already went
I try to hold back the sweat
But I'm nervous you see
I've never had someone point a gun at me
My arms getting tired
I can't keep this up any longer
But I can see the power in your eyes getting stronger
I don't like the feeling of helplessness
As my arms begin to quiver
You began to smile
I can smell your pride from here
Man it's foul
My arms began to fall
You tighten your grip around the handle
Choking it
But I get a second wind and my arms **** up
POW
as we stare at each other
You lose your smile
Your gun is smoking why is it smoking!
I can feel something
But I'm to afraid to look down
What have you done
I can feel warmness leaving
Why is it fleeing
I'm getting weaker
Your staring in shock
Do something!
Say something!
What have you done!
As I feel my body shift backwards
In the mist of this free fall
I've never seen the sun this beautiful
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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