they crushed me, teasingly torturous words created the fire fire that was set aflame in my eyes i never asked for them to pass judgement but i let their opinions matter and with every obnoxious look i got all i saw was blood i was that boy, who sat in the back of the class. Alone,i sat silently in my silence i plotted to paint those white walls in blood i kept a notebook. but there werent any notes in that book there were names i used it to count the bullets that i loaded into that pistol one for each sick bastard i felt the anger build as the cold steel touched my fingertips, i was ready to release that fire they never knew what hit them as i stood above their limp bodies i fired a shot for every tear i shed for every slit on my wrist for every embarrasing moment they caused my wrists,now covered with the remnants my dirty deeds and forever will be they look like handcuffs but i like to think of it as a reminder its cold steel feels like my heart when i cocked that pistol the odeal keeps my hands held in the same position i had as i pointed the pistol to their chests or their heads.. i now stand proud with a constant smile i show no remouse because i realise taking lives gave me pleasure *sniffs* *sniff*
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 15:26:37 +0000
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