I point a gun at you,
Wondering if it would suffice,
To give you the pain,
You gifted me, without thinking twice.

The bullets made of suffering,
I shoot with flaming hate,
And I watch you,
Succumbing to your fate.

I bury the gun,
and you into the realm of time,
As I watch your body walk over your grave,
Like my flesh walks over mine.
~*~
9.09.18
9:48 p.m.
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