The dark mind rises,
Hair waving in the wind.
The silhouette on the horizon,
With no piece of light.
It doesn't have a flower,
No.
It's firepower.
Thinking it is a chore,
To just check it off the list.
It points toward an angel,
In full armor glistening.
Everything goes in a whirl,
The mind steadying the gun.
Hearing the gun click,
It happened all too quick.
Bullets slowly killing,
The angel of innocence.
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Dark Minds
PoetryThe dark mind rises, Hair waving in the wind. The silhouette on the horizon, With no piece of light. This is the thoughts of a girl going through life one chapter at a time. All rights reserved Dark Minds @Grey-Quotations101 Currently writing...
