Submissions by Verloren

You made me feel like the person I wanted to be,
Not the disappointment that I am.
Like I could have the future I've always envisioned,
Not just getting swept along the current.
I guess for that I must thank you,
Even though I'm angry that you made this past tense,
And now I'm just me again,
The empty shell I've always been.

Killer, he calls himself
it's what he is, who he is,
who I've lost, and who I want

Too many bullets, too many fires
consuming flesh that he turned cold
it haunts him and transforms him
transforming my universe in turn

Young bullets, young victims,
if they have a gun, you shoot them
he takes orders, and practices
not feeling, not caring

At least until he gets home
and a bottle sits before him
and it takes everything in him to not
turn the gun on himself

He told me these things
and I felt...