Man Down
BAM, I shoot him down
Not physically, he didn't make a sound
I smashed his heart with my hands
POW, I shoot him dead
I heard him scream
But that just boosted my head
He was as dead as a doornail
Laying still.
SPLAT, I heard his head
He was as silent as the dead
BOOM, Rest in peace, you’re forever dead to me
This poem is about:
Me
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