Like a lunatic, its a mastermind,
And I a pawn in the game it plays,
It planned it for months, the strike,
Agreed a time and place for me to go to waste,
Its timing, impressive,
The execution, flawless,
The aftermath making me ponder,
Whether I am meant to live,
Like an emotion wreck,
An utter mess,
I'd slice my neck,
Just to feel less,
The gun clicked,
When I was in a daydream,
The night had been long,
And alcohol drained me,
Then and there,
It wasn't tears that poured,
It was blood that fell, red and ugly,
As the culprit looked through the scope,
In a way both prideful and smugly,
It hurts to remember,
That although he looks through the sniper,
My father was always the true viper,
So now I must drink this blood,
Feel its taste on my tongue,
And do good on the promise,
That I will break who I once loved.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
