One Gun

November 28, 2011
By washed.in.moonlight SILVER, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
washed.in.moonlight SILVER, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Lord, what fools these mortals be."






-Puck (Robin Goodfellow), A Midsummer Night's Dream


The words come slower
The breathing comes slower
The gun slips and falls from my hand
The secrets flow like the blood from his chest
"I used you"
"I only ever wanted your sister"
"You don't deserve me"
Then the words stop
The breathing stops
The blood still seeps out of his chest
And into his blond hair
His glazed eyes stare upward
Lifeless
I take the gun again
"I love you too"



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