My gun is next to me. Ive got that thought again. Its loaded this time, I know it is. I loaded it last night. Its in my hand now. Should I do it? Ive got my hand on top, about to cock it. I love that sound, when the killer cocks the gun right before… Continue reading Should I
Tag: last prayer
Graveyard Exit Wound (Poetic)
O woe of mine for thy skin lost A pale reminder of what mine cost Wherefore the grave beneath thee, moon? Now art my love within the tomb? Without waxen flow’r upon thy throat Nor barren loveless soul to boast