Kill
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You can either trick her into thinking your special
Or
You can threaten to leave her
Which one would you rather kill her with?
I walk out of my house with a smile,
I feel today will be great.
During advisory I rush to the library
Because of an unfinished essay.
I sit there and type
Typing as fast as my fingers will go.
Words like rain.
Words drop like a constant rain,
Drowning out all that is humane
Words like rain.
At first start small
The autumn air has become thick
Filled with fear and desperation
What was once home
Has become Hell on earth
Destruction rapes the surface
While the sky explodes with fire
it comes alive in the nightand growslike a bonfiresmoking dreams offalse tomorrows.but like me, we know tomorrow's a mysteryfilled with uncertainty and butterflies that fly
I saw
The shadows feed
I fall
Finally cut too deep
I call
Out can't you see?
I'm flawed
So from the heart I bleed
I'm lost
Give up I'm finally beat
They killed
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
Why did we killed in Vietnam?
Why were we born?
Just to die.
And have our names.
mmmmmm.
Your hands are warm...and also clammy
Maybe it's cause you're nervous or maybe you're not.
In the end it doesnt matter because after it's done,it's done.
Bang...Bang is the sound we used to make as kids playing? Cops and robbers to the sound we make now as adults with real guns.
'Tis a Lethean shore
Written upon a writhing worm ---
A half-winged bedight seraph of yore
Coos, in a butterfly's term,
Amidst a nebulous crowd, hearing
I hold my words silently, but you've no idea how much I want to blast them within your ears,-
Oh sun, Oh sun
How he does rise
To watch the cheerful play,
See him illuminate the skies,
And hide before each day,
Oh sun, oh sun
What warmth he brings,
To ever leaf and flower,
Silence is the killer,
the murderer most formidable,
abducting peace from Solution’s stronghold-
mellowing a path toward never-ending Havoc,
who takes rightful partnership alongside his accomplice.
Sometimes, I strike it low.
I hit rock bottom.
I fall.
And I'll lay there for a minute,
shocked by cold concrete.
Bare.
Skull-shattering.
There's a reason I'm here.
The room goes cold
The door squeaks open
And footsteps grow louder
A hand grabs the covers
Some secrets are best kept quiet
But I can hear the lies through the silence
You make eye contact with me while pushing away
Your eyes darken as you press me to say, "Oh darling, I love you, I swear it to be true!"
Guns don’t kill people
People kill people
People with guns kill people
People for fun kill people
People with psychotic dispositions kill people
People with the wrong mental composition kill people
