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Shooting Spree

His finger on the trigger
The barrel wobbles cautiously
My family are the victims
I'm not thinking logically

Bullets of sound, thankfully not lead
Each word pierces deep
Bleeding yet not red
If I had control, I'd stop this madness

Sadly, I don't
And it's all up to him
I'd hate him if I could
I really should,

If it weren't me, I really would.
Sanedillusions
Written by Sanedillusions
Published | Edited 21st Feb 2016
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