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Am I Evil???
MY thoughts drifting and dancing in the darkness.
Watching and listening for the evil part of me.
Wanting to see the dream happen.
I hold myself tightly in happiness.
I have dreamed this dream so many times before.
Seeing him dead and lying on the floor.
Blood and matter splattered.
I feel my adrenaline pumping throughout.
Giving me the urge to carry this out.
The gun in hand hovering, watching, and pointing.
As he lies there I stare and stare.
My trigger finger itching and wanting to squeeze.
I should have done it and lived happily behind prison bars.
Admittingly I was scared.
Fucking choked.
The weight of the gun heavy in my small hands.
I placed it back in the closet kicking myself in the ass.
Walking to my room crying and fighting mad.
A ten year-old boy who wanted to shoot his dad.
Watching and listening for the evil part of me.
Wanting to see the dream happen.
I hold myself tightly in happiness.
I have dreamed this dream so many times before.
Seeing him dead and lying on the floor.
Blood and matter splattered.
I feel my adrenaline pumping throughout.
Giving me the urge to carry this out.
The gun in hand hovering, watching, and pointing.
As he lies there I stare and stare.
My trigger finger itching and wanting to squeeze.
I should have done it and lived happily behind prison bars.
Admittingly I was scared.
Fucking choked.
The weight of the gun heavy in my small hands.
I placed it back in the closet kicking myself in the ass.
Walking to my room crying and fighting mad.
A ten year-old boy who wanted to shoot his dad.
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