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.