Scarred Unknown - Gothic Style

Something our english teacher had us write this was the result



That’s it I’m done
Nothing left is fun
That’s it I’m done
It’s time to find a gun

I’m through with fear
I’m done with the cries
I’m sick of pretending
I’m sick of the lies

Your on your way over
I cannot wait
The gun loaded
Now it’s up to fate

I can remember the day
Like it was yesterday
You came over quickly
And wanted to “play”

A knife in your hand
Sobs and cries you cover
You shout out a command
As I’m forced down lower

You took away my pride
And left me there to die
I’ve lived to face another day
A curse you’ve left me anyway

The daily fear of you
Always searching for you
Threats and moment I hide
Everyday is full of lies

I see your car arrive
I wait behind the door
The gun in my hand soars
My eyes scream no more

The doorknob turns silently
The gun cocked and loaded
You open the door slowly
There’s no time for pleasantries

As soon as I see your face
I pull the trigger with grace
A loud band gills the room
No more worries I’m through

Scarred Unknown

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