One Thing

One Thing

A Poem by ღSherion~Raineღ

What have i done

with a loaded gun?

I thought it was fun

and i'm not the only one.

 

Even to kill

is a thrill

to those who want to feel

 though, to you, it isn't real.

 

I knew it was wrong,

when I played a death song

and cut the throng

knowing it wasn't for long.

 

I was in that group,

so I could prove

I know it didnt suit

me for  I am a brute.

 

One thing, I didnt know why.

Is it better to lie

that everyone needs to die?

Or is it better to sit there and cry?

 

The world is deranged.

Oh, so strange.

 

© 2009 ღSherion~Raineღ


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Added on November 14, 2009

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ღSherion~Raineღ
ღSherion~Raineღ

Boxville, MI



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Hiya! My name is Sherion Raine. I'm 16 years old. I've been a poet for a long time. If you wanna know something about me, JUST ASK! ElectricFM! more..

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