One Bullet One Gun Poem by Unic Cjonr
One Bullet One Gun
Away, far far away.
Is still to close.
Breaking my boundaries.
Just for you to breathe.
One breath.
One bullet to my gun.
One death.
I surrender.
When you coffin my grave with your nails.
Six is the pick.
To the measurement.
Into the soil by my soul.
Slaughtered to be tortured.
Into and beyond the depth.
Because I will drown inside mine.
Where I will curse my rest.
In the bed of the dead.
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