TW: mentions blood,
implies death, mentions guns.
if i could choose my way out,
i'd choose to be shot
one bullet to me head
[all my memories are dead]
one bullet to my heart
[all my attachment fall apart]
one bullet to each knee;
[i can't stand anymore]
can't stand all that i used to adore
oh, oblivion here i come
[it's all thanks to that one gun]
take me away, far far away from this failing world
in my future, [no matter how pretty]
if i find a gun [it's over]
it's over, it's over
[goodbye to the promised "forever"]
no one can get in my way
i'll be waiting for that [blessed day]
the day all my dreams come true
for [all my dreams were always nothing]
the day i truly become nothing
the day my angel comes down to me to take me [away]
blood will be dripping
but the birds won't cease their chirping
for the next day will be a bright one
a day without my [screams]
rippling through the sky
a day without my [tears]
falling down into the holy ocean
a day without [heart-wrenching sorrow]
a day without [thoughts of fear]
while looking onto tomorrow
a day of [utmost glee]
a day without [me]
the [gun freak]
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The Dark Ages
Poetry// maybe if i had loved my depression, it would have left me sooner. maybe if i had loved myself, i would have left sooner // "when i was younger, my parents would look for cracks on the floor when i fell."
