The gun's in the window, twenty seconds to spare.If I were to die will anyone care.
As time goes on head stones turn to black...
The gun is rusting and my heart is racing....
The trigger finally sets off...
I'm walking threw the cemetery, Mother Mary is in the glimpse of my eye.
And the crows are there for ever, more.
The sky is grey and the colors fade and the doves have fled away.
The trees are gruesome, like gargoyles grabbing their prey.
the saints are watching,their faces,stone engraved.
And they all seem to say it's time for life to trickle its way down my throat.
To death this poison drink evokes...
I hope to all, I choke...
A contest entry
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By Nicolay, crying on the inside about to cut on the outside....
Comments
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well done poet
few grammer errors
like this bit..
The gun's in the window; twenty seconds to spare.If I were to die will anyone care.
As time goes on head stones turn to black...
good luck to you in the contest
thanks for the share
Darky
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