Broken:Words Are A Gun

Poems in:Pocket

I'll sneak up behind you
by that statue over there,
it's missing half its head.

I'll say that I need you so
and I'll be wearing red.

Next time when you hear me
I'll use someone else
I'll say that you should kill someone -

either that or else . . .

Right or wrong won't matter anymore
cuz you are upside down
from all the things I've thrown at you
you run from town to town . . .

The victim I have set you on
has a special coat,
but you won't need to know that
now that we've begun.

Their manners and that coat
will seem unto your brain
as a torture yet again
and you will kill as I have aimed . . .

And for an ending now
you will find yourself relieved,
taken to some dirty cell
or dead upon the street;
safe from me you find yourself reprieved.

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