This is my last stand
I aim the gun in my hand
I shoot Faith
I shoot Hope
Wishing I won't hide to mope
I shoot Love
I shoot Hate
Hoping it might change me fate
I shoot my emotions one by one
I finally feel like I have won
The last one left is Regret
But I don't shoot him yet
I want to feel the pain for my killing
But it was too late
Regret stole my gun
And went to shoot me
I land on the ground as a lifeless corpse
I'm starting to head the path up North
To where Heaven is but I'm delayed
My direction turns around
I'm being pulled back to the ground
During my descent
I scrape my knee going to Hell
And I have a feeling
That I won't fit in too well
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Serendipity and Sorrow
PoetryI. Just poems that I have written. Consists of sad, happy, and anything kind of poems to help you! Was "A Dream Within This Nightmare"
