Gun
The feel of the cold metal on my side sends shivers up my spine.
Will I take someone else’s life or will I just risk mine.
Is it the fear of life or just the fear of death?
Who am I to decide the fate of a man’s life?
Who is he to decide mine?
As I stare down the barrel I thick?
Who am I?
What have I done?
The feel of the cold metal on my side sends shivers up my spine.
Will I take someone else’s life or will I just risk mine.
Is it the fear of life or just the fear of death?
Who am I to decide the fate of a man’s life?
Who is he to decide mine?
As I stare down the barrel I thick?
Who am I?
What have I done?
4 comments:
you have to think when u carry and that is a good poem cause that tells the truth
wow mat that poem is great who help you rite lol jk keeping writing your good.
thats crazy man
stay up
this is a crazy poem good job..
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