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I hate the horrible life I live,
No, no one understands,
The disgust that rushes through me,
When I'm held in someone's hands.
To know i can cause so much pain,
So much hurt and broken hearts,
I hate myself and my creator,
Thinking about it breaks my lead heart.
And when I'm taken from the dark,
I want to scream and cry,
I know their about to use me,
Oh please no, oh why?
They hold me tight with tears in their eyes,
And squeeze upon my trigger,
Letting me make my final noise,
Before I see another still figure.
I feel so guilty its all my fault,
I'm a horrible killing machine,
How could someone create such a life,
Someone as dangerous as me?
Every minute they cross my mind,
All the people I have harmed,
And all the people who have used me,
The horrible Gun
- by Blankspace2 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/22/2008 |
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- Title: The gun
- Artist: Blankspace2
- Description: I had to write a poem for English, and came up with this. Enjoy :D
- Date: 09/22/2008
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Mecca Against Reality - 09/27/2008
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I loved how you put this in the gun's POV, it made it much more interesting. The emotion is behind the words, atleast for me it was.
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- Deadlylight6 - 09/23/2008
- its really good. not many people make stuff like in an objects view. very well done
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- Hidden Side - 09/23/2008
- it makes me wonder... 5/5
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- NyghtmareVyper - 09/23/2008
- That was really deep. When I saw the title, I didn't really think it was from the gun's point of view. Good work.
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- Evevie - 09/22/2008
- not bad.
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