My gruesome end?A Poem by horror master One revolver, one bullet, four friends and the floor....
One revolver, one bullet, four friends and the floor below
My heart like empty void, no love or the joys of life Instead hatred and the evil in the soul I watch as the gun is passed to me I grab it, the steel handle burns into skin Marking me, marking my only friend I slowly bring the nuzzle to my temple head Thoughts enter, my family? I have none.. Friends? I got none... I think of the empty emotionless void I'll be in... Where I don't live the hell I've been living for centuries that felt like a long time ago. I close my eyes, offering myself to the demons as they reach out to grab me I pulled the trigger, a click, a empty chamber I open my eyes, the demons retreating till my return at deaths door... Any regrets? Or carry on till I meet my gruesome end? © 2015 horror masterAuthor's Note
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Added on February 4, 2015 Last Updated on February 4, 2015 Author
horror mastercape town, South AfricaAboutI'm an alternative young man. my passion is writing horror and psychological thriller stories. i aspire to be a author. To me i find writing very thereputic and i recommend anyone who is suffering fro.. more..Writing
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