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Bullet To The Head
written by maledeth07:21 AM 1/24/05One bullet to the head,
means one thing; Vital deprivation.
Your temple left displaced.
Corpse-grotesque disgrace.
One hollow point to indigest the things you fed!
You're now the newly necromantic, heavy-gilded frantic, cadaver fantastic, motherfucking dead!!!
My shake is release.
The airy winter sprints a breeze.
I am your deliverance.
Misanthropy malevolent.
Shaped across my advent.
I made your fate, boy. Don't you forget.
I have stolen empty breaths!
Nothing to regret!
But the waste of time you've handed me, and the bullet I had fed!
Trigger squeezed to please.
Mental masterpiece.
Shatter is my signal to your dead debauchery!
I am your reaper.
Nothing else to say, but that I've dealt your doom.
I castrate ethereal wombs.
Make you understand that for you, it's fucking over!
No remorse to save.
A single point I gave.
All it took to grant you the end of suffering and the planting of your grave!
Savor your last nerve, f(r)iend.
Pain won't come with this bullet to the head. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Well, another older version of my poetry..this is not meant for anyone in this site, just wrote it for this fucker that I hate...hope you enjoy it.
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