I took the liberty to take a life
Not something normal
Such as a knife
A Smoking Gun is less formal
Your initials carved on the side
Everyday I practice
She watches me cry
As I get more accurate
She wonders why
Everyday I stay in this rut
As I look back so meek
She is in the house
When the cyanide started to leak
As a mouse
She watches as the cyanide
Fills the room with malice
I ran in screaming
I thought
I was dreaming
I was distraught
That she lay unconscious
On the floor
This gas so obnoxious
Crept through the door
I covered my face
As it seeped into my vein
My heart started to race
After that I went insane
I lost my lover
The Smoking Gun I kept by my side
As this was all over
I lay in the cyanide
Waiting to be free
Waiting to be released
As I cut my knee
I was the beast
Slowly dying
It spread faster
My heart crying
My new master
It diffused through my vein
It raced to my heart
It caused me to go insane
All from the start
I lost my lover
The Smoking Gun I kept by my side
As this was all over
I lay in the cyanide
YOU ARE READING
My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
