Bring The Gun

We are all f*****g drowning,

in the stomach of our

lives, too scared to breath

too scared to try, we’re

f*****g helpless right? I know

you're sick, of this game of

cat and mouse so

bring the f*****g bullet, and

I’ll bring the f*****g gun,

we’ll show this faceless,

nameless feeling that this

war has just begun.

Author's Note

Sorta a weird poem I made when I was in a nasty mood... Enjoy. Feedback much appreciated!