moonjade6 (moonjade6) wrote,
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Things seem strained lately. Probably not going to update for a while. For some reason, I wish I had a desert eagle...like this:



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And guns aren't even my forte! What's wrong with me?
Why do I want to take this gun and...

...use it to utterly destroy all the people who have caused me pain?

Why can't I just forget about the misery and the blatant bastards who have pushed me to the limit and manipulated my feelings to the point where I am on the edge of utter madness?

I'm bleeding mirth
It's coming out
I cannot staunch the flow

And since my birth
Has come about
I've never felt so low.

Happiness mixed
Into my tears
Rolls much over my eyes

Nothing is fixed
But calm your fears
And stop your blatant lies

And since my birth
Has come about
I've never felt so low

I'm bleeding mirth
It's coming out
I cannot staunch the flow.

OK, I'll admit it...bit of a crappy poem but, spur of the moment thing written down when I was (slightly) loaded at 2 in the morning but still. This is how I feel. And if I can't forget, then I won't. And if I won't forget, then I'll get my revenge. I will.

This is for all of the ones who ripped me, tore me down and never gave me another thought...you'll get yours.

This is my justice.
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