As children run,
through the street,
I hear a gun,
A cry,
A schreek.
All are fine,no,
one hurt
A tear, falls at a speed,
I have not seen a man in need.
The gun FIRED,
Then twive more.
As one man's life,
takes a tour.
Of the heavens beyond,
What eyes can see.
Then i realize,
That man is me.
No wonder i'd never seen,
a man in need...
For i never paid attention,
To the man that is me.
I think of my life,
A short one past.
Too bad my life,
Did not last.
Anger builds up,
hate,
rage.
I feel a fire burning my page.
Then i realize, That i'd fell.
Into a pit, Know only as HELL
Reason for writing:
i Have my reasons
Birth sign: Pisces
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