Deadly GameA Poem by Mercury MirrorsI’m playing a deadly game, With the bullet called life.
I play the Devil’s game,
With this blood-stained knife.
I’m betting my very soul,
For a little bit of fun.
By the end I might be filled with holes,
For playing with this gun.
© 2008 Mercury Mirrors |
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2 Reviews Added on June 5, 2008 Last Updated on June 5, 2008 AuthorMercury MirrorsPensacola, FLAboutOkay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..Writing
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