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The trigger is pulled,
The heart shatters like glass,
The blood runs down,
Like dew on the grass.

*BANG*

The blood stops running,
The heart skips a beat,
The sounds stop coming,
Like the sound of defeat.


*BANG*

The eyes gloss over,
The life was the cost,
The world goes on,
Like nothing was lost.

*BANG*

The body grows cold,
The pavement grows stained,
The blood dries up,
Like the sounds and the pain.

*BANG*

The killer walks,
The gun never found,
The justice not done,
Like a watch un-wound.

*BANG*

The process repeats,
The killer does kill,
The victims shot,
Like they had no will.

*BANG*

The killer grows weary,
The fun is gone,
The game is over,
Like it's time to move on.

*BANG*

The killer's dreams,
The victims doth haunt,
The killer goes crazy,
Like the victims he shot.

*BANG*

The dreams to much,
The killer kills once more,
The gun to his head,
Like his body on the floor.

*BANG*

The justice was done,
The lives were the cost,
The world still goes on,
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Bullets Are Meant For Guns
Date: Tuesday, 3rd April 2007 @ 07:46:26 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: FallenNeko
*BANG*

The trigger is pulled,
The heart shatters like glass,
The blood runs down,
Like dew on the grass.

*BANG*

The blood stops running,
The heart skips a beat,
The sounds stop coming,
Like the sound of defeat.


*BANG*

The eyes gloss over,
The life was the cost,
The world goes on,
Like nothing was lost.

*BANG*

The body grows cold,
The pavement grows stained,
The blood dries up,
Like the sounds and the pain.

*BANG*

The killer walks,
The gun never found,
The justice not done,
Like a watch un-wound.

*BANG*

The process repeats,
The killer does kill,
The victims shot,
Like they had no will.

*BANG*

The killer grows weary,
The fun is gone,
The game is over,
Like it's time to move on.

*BANG*

The killer's dreams,
The victims doth haunt,
The killer goes crazy,
Like the victims he shot.

*BANG*

The dreams to much,
The killer kills once more,
The gun to his head,
Like his body on the floor.

*BANG*

The justice was done,
The lives were the cost,
The world still goes on,
Like nothing was lost.

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