brain dead

With a gun in my hand
I doth recyt this poem..
With her on her knees like Im her king
I wanted to plant the bullet
In your head and leave you brain dead
A small voice in my head
Said go ahead
And like tweeting bird
Ill follow...
Only when you are brain dead
Doth you soul be free...
Just one bullet planted in you head
I promise it will be pain free
And your body wont need to heal
you left me heartless
ANd to return the favour i leave you brainless
there is no going back
for your loved ones life goes on..
where is your smile...
Were are your lies...
Why the tears...
while death wIll remove all the fear
Where is that heart thief
Now that I your prosecuter is here
Where is the devil in you
now that judgement day is here
I only have 2 seeds one for ou
And one for making sure u are brain dead...