"wroung" poems
Rain drips from my hands
Mixed with blood
The endless flood will hinder my plot
But still I smile
I know I'm doing wrong
As I step over the first body of the night
And I can't help my self from asking the obvious
"am I going to hell? Do I deserve nouthing else?"
It's to late though it has started
I raised my gun
And fire into a guy
No idea who he was
No mater
He was in the wroung place at the wroung dam time
His family will morn
But **** happens
If theirs a god he will repay the goon
And I shail be punished
So no point in stoping to wonder
As I'm opened fired on
I laughed a grenade be hind their cover
With the explosion all sound stopped
Besides the screams that shall haunt me to the grave
As I entered the last room my target looked at me
A kid of 10
Not much older than mine
I raised my gun and fired
Sealing both of our lives
One to hell
And one to heaven
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
i would rather eat nails then be apart
swallowing the pain of sorrow
each nail is a sin i have
every wroung i have done
and ever tear i have caused
thats why i have a mouth full of nails
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC