The Devil's Mark

Bullets

You thought you could go away.
You thought you could ignore my pain.
That just shows who you are.
A devil with a tormented heart.

You thought that the bullets wouldn't wound me.
You said everything would be fine.
But that just goes to show,
Everything you said was a lie.

Now I am the stormy rage.
I'm your anxiety.
I am the spirit in your dreams.
The poison and nicotine.

I'm just gonna wait,
Until you state,
That you were a toxic being.

You want an apology?
You'll have to set me free,
From your chains of fire.
I hope you know what you've done.

Get me off my knees and,
Stop shooting me with your bullets of hate.
Don't take me for,
Another one of your toys.

I am your violence.
I am your death.
I am not your perfect,
But your end.

You said you would take care of me.
But we all know that's a lie.
Everyone you loved,
You shot and watched die.

I'm not yours and,
You're not mine.
You belong behind bars where,
Everyone who committed now pays for their crimes.

I love your silence,
When you stop talking to me.
Your bullets have finally stopped,
And now I'm set free.

You'll pay one day for,
Everyone you have hurt.
Just remember these words:
"Every pain that you cause, the karma will only hurt."
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I'm sick and I hate myself. Send help.
-Author.