One Bullet One Gun
Away, far far away.
Is still to close.
Breaking my boundaries.
Just for you to breathe.
One breath.
One bullet to my gun.
One death.
I surrender.
When you coffin my
grave with your nails.
Six is the pick.
To the measurement.
Into the soil by my soul.
Slaughtered to be
tortured.
Into and beyond the
depth.
Because I will drown
inside mine.
Where I will curse my
rest.
In the bed of the dead.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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