P.O.S- Trent Poem by Lizzie Resendiz

P.O.S- Trent



(you cant break true love, you shall FAIL)

hatred
for you so deep
this game you play
will not go your way
on 'your' trail
you shall fail
on your way
crashing down
splattered you will be
red covering the ground
your bones will break
with slivered ends
HA
put the gun
to your head
pray to god
to be dead
pull the trigger
its a dud
lye there
drown in your own blood
all we need
is to watch you bleed
what we want
is to see you cry
to see you slowly die
quivering
on the ground
but you
shall never be found
HA
in your face
your own blood
you can taste
all are glad
no one cares
stupid and lame
all you are
to the extreme
you went to far
how can you lose
your own game
simple
your all to blame
your stupidity
brought you down
now in your own blood
we watch you drown
at your splattered remains
we point and laugh
its done
we won

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