I have a handgun for a heart,
matte black and safely locked.
From one too many misfires,
its all clogged and blocked.
I've got lasers for eyes,
I'll burn it through your brain.
Look at me directly,
then you'll feel the pain.
I'm a total deviant,
I never was quite right.
I'd be one to walk off cliffs,
just to see the heights.
Trust me baby this is love,
though I doubt you'll live it through.
It's really not your fault,
you never had a clue.
'Cause I've got one hand on you,
and one between my legs.
Yeah lets play some games,
we'll just see who begs.













Comments
I like the feel to this poem. You have a really awesome way of writing. Almost bitter, maybe cynical, defiant and in some parts there seems to be a little bit of self indulgent insanity... And on the whole, amazing
So yeah, nifty! *Thumbs up*
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Hurt the turkey.
I am incredibly cynical and sarcastic, I'm working on reducing the bitterness, but it always shows up in my poetry. But if you really wanted to take the time and read through more poems...they're all written from experience so that may clear some things up.
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Everyone stay the fuck away from Acto...
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Love Walked In.
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Everyone stay the fuck away from Acto...
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
Love Walked In.
I actually have read a lot of your poetry. I haven't commented on much because I'm a little bit of a lurker when it comes to commenting
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Hurt the turkey.
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