Gun Smoke

‘So cold out, the suns gone away, I can’t tell if I’ve just gone insane’- Chloe Lilac

Blood on the floor from me
You missed the beginning
You misjudged me

You prayed, you hoped
You wouldn’t get the rebound
But now you’re face is full of alligator tears as I broke
You should’ve watched out for the gun smoke
Cause now your chest is red and soaked
You didn’t expect the recoil
And now you’re in your own toil

I get my revenge
Cause in the bitter storming end
I hold the pen
I defended you there
To the bitter storming end
I promise you
Protected by fireflies for friends

Now they finally know how you feel
Second best
The third wheel
The hope diminishing in my chest as the sun rises upside down in the west
I guess I don’t know how to face the consequences of my own actions
Turning your rage to satisfaction

Now
Face the consequence of your own actions
Turning your rage into satisfaction

You missed the call
I won’t be the first or last to fall
No more curtain calls
Not this time around

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I fooled you and you misjudged me; I guess this person didn't expect the rage to extract itself from you, but it did. Now this person can feel it and digest it to the bitter end. Now how am I going to feel after this rage.
How will this person react? will he be angry or satisfied that it's over. "no more cutting call calls, not this time around." Stunning writing...
Best, B

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much! I appreciate it endlessly you checked out this piece. Thank you so, so much! (:

[Betty Hermelee]

you're very welcome!

[M. J. Smith]

You can only kick a dog so long. Someday, it will bite. Only a fool ignores this fact, usually to jis own detriment.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much for the review! I appreciate it endlessly.