Michael Buchanan

Rookie (3-30-94 / The House of Pain)

Dead - Poem by Michael Buchanan

Here i lay nice and peacful, cold and unmoving. coiled in a ball dead. i got fed up with life and got fed up with love and hate and all this debate so i grabed the gun and took a life, in order to keep sane i had to hit the ground with no one to blame. there has to be the end to every game mabe il find the end of this one...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

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