You mistake the bullet in my head
For a plead
For a sick way of revenge
But that it is not
It's a way
To block out the sound
That I can't stop
Even now
It echoes
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Poetry of The Mind, The Soul, The Heart, And Any Other Broken Thing
PoetryHunter T Bedford Well, the title says it all (Photo credit to my beautiful friend Celine)
Echoed
You mistake the bullet in my head
For a plead
For a sick way of revenge
But that it is not
It's a way
To block out the sound
That I can't stop
Even now
It echoes
