Something our english teacher had us write this was the result <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />That’s it I’m done <br />Nothing left is fun <br />That’s it I’m done <br />It’s time to find a gun <br /> <br />I’m through with fear <br />I’m done with the cries <br />I’m sick of pretending <br />I’m sick of the lies <br /> <br />Your on your way over <br />I cannot wait <br />The gun loaded <br />Now it’s up to fate <br /> <br />I can remember the day <br />Like it was yesterday <br />You came over quickly <br />And wanted to “play” <br /> <br />A knife in your hand <br />Sobs and cries you cover <br />You shout out a command <br />As I’m forced down lower <br /> <br />You took away my pride <br />And left me there to die <br />I’ve lived to face another day <br />A curse you’ve left me anyway <br /> <br />The daily fear of you <br />Always searching for you <br />Threats and moment I hide <br />Everyday is full of lies <br /> <br />I see your car arrive <br />I wait behind the door <br />The gun in my hand soars <br />My eyes scream no more <br /> <br />The doorknob turns silently <br />The gun cocked and loaded <br />You open the door slowly <br />There’s no time for pleasantries <br /> <br />As soon as I see your face <br />I pull the trigger with grace <br />A loud band gills the room <br />No more worries I’m through<br /><br />Scarred Unknown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gothic-style/
