The figure in the darkness walked away
Its arms by its side
It's stance tall and confident
It blurred into the surrounding black
No light hit it's posture
It grew smaller and smaller
I felt as if it should turn towards me
Point a gun at my heart
Pull the trigger
Have the bullet speed at my skin
Pierce the flesh
Create a fresh wound to stitch
Have me bleed and bleed until the floor turns red
Have a puddle grow around me
I fall
Dead
On the ground
Blood in my hair
On my soft skin
Spilling from my once beating heart
Once darkness surrounding me now light I run to
Hands out wanting to catch it
I open my eyes and the figure is gone
It cant shoot me
It can't kill me
After all
It's just a mere figure
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Poems
PoetryYeppedy yep. Here's some of me poems that I write coz I'm a lonely mother fucker. Big words that u probs don't know the meaning of, look em up.
