An edit to a friends poem, just having a bit of fun.
A friend’s betrayal, Trust has faded
How did this pattern happen again
Time to break this painful trend
Broken heart for the final time
Revenge in this form isn’t a crime
The friend who stabbed me in the back
What will be the method of my attack
I've taken a solid pledge and oath
Just take the shortcut, poison for both
Trust is broken, love now lost
Deception in turn a painful cost
Payback is sweet and so is the pain
That they will both feel; this won’t be in vain
A gun in my hand and a smile on my face
The pain that I felt I would finally erase
They cower in fear and cry out no
The demise of them to be quiet and slow
I pulled back the trigger and with one blast
Corrected the wrong that occurred in my past
Just moments later, the police were here
Condemning my plan using their gear
But I just laughed, as they hauled me away
The perfect ending to a sinful day
Behind iron bars I lied in my bed
With thoughts of the ones now known as dead
All by myself still laughing with glee
She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s finally afraid
Avenging my soul was surely a trade
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2007-08-03 at 19:44
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Revenge is Sweet
Love has ended, people hatedA friend’s betrayal, Trust has faded
How did this pattern happen again
Time to break this painful trend
Broken heart for the final time
Revenge in this form isn’t a crime
The friend who stabbed me in the back
What will be the method of my attack
I've taken a solid pledge and oath
Just take the shortcut, poison for both
Trust is broken, love now lost
Deception in turn a painful cost
Payback is sweet and so is the pain
That they will both feel; this won’t be in vain
A gun in my hand and a smile on my face
The pain that I felt I would finally erase
They cower in fear and cry out no
The demise of them to be quiet and slow
I pulled back the trigger and with one blast
Corrected the wrong that occurred in my past
Just moments later, the police were here
Condemning my plan using their gear
But I just laughed, as they hauled me away
The perfect ending to a sinful day
Behind iron bars I lied in my bed
With thoughts of the ones now known as dead
All by myself still laughing with glee
She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s finally afraid
Avenging my soul was surely a trade
Poetry by Coolaaron88
Read 751 times
Written on 2007-08-03 at 19:44
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