My hand trembles at the thought of what they have done.
For some money, with a small black gun.
Aimed at people and their oblivious hearts.
A little pressure and it all comes apart.
Families, pulses, blood and flesh.
Tears shedded for all but less.
My slumber stolen from all these thoughts,
my soul has left to pay the cost.
Now the crime is to be paid with time and deed.
The crime of selfish and evil greed.
A Punishment bestowed to dwell and be,
too restless to live or to even breathe.
Fate had been once, but now time too has turned,
into a fire that catches and burns. . .
Slowly like water dripping down a tap,
growing with in alias a wasp.
Netting it's way, prick by prick. . .
Choking and clogging it bit by bit.
Suffocating the last ounce of breath,
into a painful yet longed for death.
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Writing an Author note is hard. Sheesh. . .
Kudos to all Authors who do write such notes. We ignore the simple things in life because they seem easy. But then when we have to do them, they start ignoring us back.
Easy IS NOT A WORD GUYS. BUT IT'S AN EVIL LORD TRYING TO CONTROL OUR MINDS. DON'T GIVE INTO TEMPTATION AND TAKE THE LONG WAY OUT. IT HAS IT'S PERKS. . . I GUESS. :)
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PoesiaPeople, people... Put those pitch and forks aside. For a minute, listen. Before you start reading, please, keep this in mind that, what you're about to read is my first work on Wattpad. * English is not my first language. * I have editing syndromes...
