You think you know so much
The way you think of me as such
Your beliefs aren't everything
But yet you simply cling
Assault him with your words
Just like the way you hunt birds
Shoot them down, shoot them down
But never letting them drown
Salting a minor wound
Just to hear their screams
But your no sadist
No, your society
The living figure of popularity
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You couldn't remember last night
Didn't even know that you couldn't set things right
Went to her house, trying to fix another plight
Hoping that she wouldn't bite
But you knew that she just might
It only resulted in a lethal fight
Always relying on pitiful sight
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You ended up cutting the connection
But was that the only skin that was broken?
Still took your anger out on everyone
But now who's holding the gun?
It screamed; pull the trigger
Don't let him survive, he's already calling the police
Just let the bullet fly into his head
But the phone went dead
Shot the body, fill it up with lead
Is it normal that I feel no dread?
Wrapped the corpse up in the sheets of your bed
But I had two bullets
Plenty of ammunition to go around
But when I did it a second time, I didn't hear a sound
Is this what it's like to die?
Am I wrong to say I have no regrets?
My body is gone
But I still think the same way
Is my spirit corrupted or is it my brain?
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She didn't even kiss you goodbye
Didn't know that you were about to die
At least it wasn't because you were high
But she still made torment
Didn't resolve the issue before your skull cracked
Is this just another tragedy?
The killer just shot himself
And it was all her fault
Discarded her lover like the wind
Let him rage upon the already suffering
Soon it made him mad
Soon it made him kill
Yet society calls him a monster
Leaving his body to rot but mourning for the killed killer
His suicide meant nothing to you
But the other ones death meant everything?
She knew the truth
And to sow you she showed you with her corpse
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Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems
PuisiThe fourth book of poems in a continuous mini series. Each book contains exactly 54 poems, and I update the most recent one regularly. After I have finished one book with exactly 54 poems, I move on to the next book. Some books contain themes, excep...