he's been crying since he heard that last sentence -
crying because he can't recognize himself anymore...
crying because he can't look in the mirror.
he once had a young soul, he was so innocent before Glock came into the frame & told him many things...
"I can make you a man, I can give you the power to take anything, I can give you the world.
the only thing you need to do is pull the trigger, you'll have the power - believe me - whatever you want is yours." -
he's always wanted power before - he's always wanted to control his surroundings, he's always hated being a pawn for his elders' show -
he felt if they can do it, he can do it too
"they don't have 3 heads," he said
"they don't more limbs than me... i only count 4
what more could they have than me?
i'm sure w/ whatever Glock gives me,
i'll strive 7 fold." -
deceit dwells in the heart of the restless...
deceit brews wherever the taste for freedom is on the tip of the tongue, but all you can drink is despair... -
the Judge gave him 74 years,
he won't be freed til' he's 89 -
another soul gone to another one of Glock's lies.
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SkyView (POETRY)
Poetrythis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
