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Alles Was Ich Will
I just want to put this gun to my temple
Rubbing an imprint of the end of the barrel
Feeling the cold steel press against the cold surface of my skin
And just pull the fucking trigger
Let the bullet blow out the small flame keeping me alive
Smothering my soul with the faint smell of gunpowder
Covering the nightmares with coats of crimson red
Creating its own masterpiece dripping on the floor
No last words, no music, no parades
Just myself and these thoughts to keep me occupied
Just a simple death and a waste of life
That's all I want...
Rubbing an imprint of the end of the barrel
Feeling the cold steel press against the cold surface of my skin
And just pull the fucking trigger
Let the bullet blow out the small flame keeping me alive
Smothering my soul with the faint smell of gunpowder
Covering the nightmares with coats of crimson red
Creating its own masterpiece dripping on the floor
No last words, no music, no parades
Just myself and these thoughts to keep me occupied
Just a simple death and a waste of life
That's all I want...
Published 22nd Mar 2015
| Edited 23rd Mar 2015
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23rd Mar 2015 3:53am
nice write. could be a silencer on that gun, so as not to disturb the neighbors...
25th Mar 2015 1:39am
23rd Mar 2015 4:48am
Perfect, just perfect.
For me, it's one way of dying a sweet death.
Remarkable work.
For me, it's one way of dying a sweet death.
Remarkable work.
25th Mar 2015 1:40am
thank you, i always appreciate the positive comments. I'm glad you enjoyed!
28th Mar 2015 5:31am
28th Mar 2015 5:46am
