Jeff Kantor Poet Lyric

One With a Gun

One with a gun
17/07/2018

Evil lurks inside my derelict mind,
Garnering pleasure from insane acts
Hard at the thought of being unkind,
Lacking empathy, soulless and black.

Friendless as a child, abused by loved ones,
Anger festers, fracturing a fragile temperament.
Grows up loving violence and guns,
Fantasizing of such power with excitement.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Look what I’ve done.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Lots more to come.

Wishing I was put down like a lame horse,
Always wondering what I’d done wrong.
I obviously caused my parents divorce,
Unworthy of love all along.

I learnt early to hate and never felt love,
So I hate and that feels good.
Pain is pleasure for me don’t judge,
As I’ve always been misunderstood.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Look what I’ve done.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Lots more to come.

Powerless once but now I’m like a god,
Taking your soul down with me.
Buried lightly under soil and sod,
Your spirit and my destructive memory.

My fist and my gun will make you understand,
But it’s me I really want dead.
These vicious desires are my command,
Leaving your world full of dread.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Look what I’ve done.

One with a gun,
Killing for fun.
One with a gun
Lots more to come.

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