Gun

Mocit's picture

 

I keep it near me

til my strength grows

from what closes on me

the things that it knows

 

suffocating

I feel it encroach

I reach my hand out       

in the anger flows                                                                          

 

griped knuckle white

to what I need most

I draw in its hate

and pull in more close

 

I aim for the eye

above the bull's nose

with the click of the trigger

my fear just explodes

 

 

 

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