"gun to the head"

• Artist: METAL WILL NEVER DIE
• Description: this is a number that i rote when my dad really made me mad
• Date: 09/23/2008
• Tags: anger death

if i stay here i will rot and die
i must leave now
don't know when or where to go
i'll find a way some how
why do u bring me such pain
this is nothing for you to gain
you say your my father(why do u lie)
why cant you wake up and die

your time is coming
down on thy bed you lay
a gun to the head is the only way

i stand in your way
God wont help you now
you panic so much that...
you are a new shade of gray
the bullet jumps the gun
1 shot and you are down
gee aren't wee having fun???


your time time has come
down on thy bed you lay
a gun to the head is the only way
for u to die
there is nothing more to say
the deed is done
my story is here to stay

Comments

[Aunty Tesha]

I once felt this way about my own mother. This poem hits it home.

[PeachPride21]

this is a poem and it's a very good poem and i really like it

[METAL WILL NEVER DIE]

u know i work hard on my stuff u know and i may not be the best stuff but at lest mine are creative not emo cutting stuff
not that im against that but i see to much of it wheres the flare wheres the love,bodies burning, killing peple,lost,pain,hate,i need more than 'oh i hate my life so i cut..."why are u say why do u need to cut

[Summer Fallwinterspring]

Poems written when you are furious and have not been edited or touched since then are *not* poems, they are rantings in a slightly poetic form. Edit your work, then talk to me.