Revolver

His palms
Are sweaty
His legs
Are heavy
His head
Is thinking
His world
Is shrinking
His hope
Is fading
His life
Is dated

He clutches the revolver in his sweaty left hand
He knows that he will remember everywhere he’s been
His mind is filled with insecurities
Maybe ending his will make other lives happy
He holds the barrel up to his confused temple
The playing of the gun becomes almost instrumental
It’s all over now he’s done the dirty deed
His final thoughts consist of now they can see
What I have done to get myself this way
It doesn’t matter, for it’s all over today

Hmm...it was okay, but it didn't really grab me.

[Flawless Error]:

Hmm...it was okay, but it didn't really grab me.

*agrees*

snowcherry:

[Flawless Error]:

Hmm...it was okay, but it didn't really grab me.

*agrees*

i'm trying to get more....engrossing. but it's not working

Keep trying......

.....start off smaller.....the simplest of emotions can make the BEST subject matter

S.

Hippy-Faggot-Punk-Rocker:

Keep trying......

.....start off smaller.....the simplest of emotions can make the BEST subject matter

S.

kk thanks.