|
You've just fired a gun for the first time...
There he stood, hood over his head, eyes filled with dread
His legs quivered, a slight shiver, kept his lips a distant red
He said nothing, but something kept him from rushing out
Corrupting doubt played loud, as he let go of a crushing shout
A cloud of distress pressed its stringent front into open skies
& with open eyes, he realized, I was looking with knowing eyes
He sighed, as though to let go of his worries & forget consequences
My presents meant nothing, as he was clutching a gun with vengeance
He felt independence through the form of steal, a cold burn
He held a stern grip, & with burnt lips kissed his life goodbye
My eyes were his, and ripped through skin, into the souls inside
There a cold cry, dripped down the dry plain of our faces
That was erased with the timid sweat of a formidable complacence
Patients no longer virtue, but a herd to way of life, that we no longer liked
The light in his eyes tapered away, life a paper mashie tree in the wind
And I took a glimpse into the soul… the cold soul that was crushed tin
Then, there, at that moment, I could hold it, the equalizer, a seizure of life
Was in my right hand, and I lifted to my head, intentions clear as light
*A loud click rang out*
The light seemed the usual, a feudal discovery, but almost lovely in sorts
I forced my eyes open, hoping what I thought, had really taken course
The door was exposed, & as I rose, I saw him starring at me, as I did to him
A grim smile, piled on his face, as I looked away from the mirror in sin
The pin clicked, but the life never left its side, there I felt alive
And with dry eyes, I never looked back to the time of my life, where I could’ve took mine
…And I never fired a gun again.
__________________
...Black Listed
|
Linear Mode
