Colt 45
Magnum 45
Dead at 45

There once was a man everyone felt bad for
All his animals died from Cancer
All his children died from Cancer
His wife died from Cancer
He eventually even died from Cancer
Unbeknownst to any besides him,
His gun was named Cancer

When your dad finally,
Buys you your hand gun,
I'll carve your name,
Into the bullets and
Place my head on the target.
You've killed me so many times now,
Let's just make it permanent.
And with the bullet and
You name there and
My eyes on you
the whole time,
There will be no doubt
You will be the last thing
Ever going through my head.

Today I shot a gun.

I aimed at the middle of the heart
stared down the lane
took a breath and
fired directly
at the
target.

The target didn't have a face
or a name

It was a blank canvas
And I painted your features onto it

And God,
Oh god...
did it feel good to fire at you.

Six-year-old me would've been proud
for doing what you should've done years ago.

Now my target looks like your heart.
Full of (bullet) holes.

f.m.s.

They came in like a gun blazing
Death and rage in their eyes , gazing
They aimed to **** , **** them all
They don't mind , school or mall
Ending lives, satisfy their deathly hungers
Idolising their holy religious plungers
We name them terrorist , ****** killers
They spill blood just for the thrillers
Success is counted with the lives they ****
Human blood not unlike their own, they spill
Destroying families , the world they stitch
Life is Life and Karma's a *****

Bang*
One solitary shot
fired close to the highway,
i'm tempted to look out my window.
It was isolated,
so I can go check.
But the next sounds stop me.
Nine shots.
Nine quickly fired shots.
I couldn't sleep after that.
I paced.
My town is a good town,
there aren't any serious crimes,
there are never gun shots at dawn.
I like to see dawn sometimes,
especially on my sleepless nights.
But those gunshots.
They ruined the illusion of peace
that I feel when the sun rises.