God snaps my fragile soul in half
Over his crooked old knee
Holding the pieces of my being in his hands
Grinding them to dust
Why do i deserve this existence?
Why must i be hurt at every turn?
The unknown is so frightening
And just when you think you have made it back through
Back into this light
I am smashed into a million pieces
By the cold steel grasp of a revolver
Its cold perfect form is the most amazing thing ever
It conveys my feelings better than any word
Its grip an icey cold form of the truth
Its wide mouth swallows souls
Putting it in my mouth
a burst of sudden color from white
And everything ends
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