From Behind Bars
By RavenCross
It was the 22nd of January, The year was 1992, I really only left to get away from you. Too bad the rest got in my way, I didn't want to hurt them, I was having a bad day. I tried to push everyone down, But no one wanted to fall in that whole town. You shouldn't stand up to a girl with a gun, She'll shoot you down just for fun. The street would never be the same, And everyone would always know my name. People got calls and beds were empty, And all of that was thanks to me. Suddenly I had a taste of power, Suddenly my sins I didn't want to shower. It felt so good to make everybody hurt, I kept digging myself further into the dirt. I kept running and kept shooting, I couldn't be caught so I kept hiding. I loved the rush that the sudden control gave me, You couldn't hurt me again and that's how it'd be. I couldn't run forever even I knew that, Sooner than later I found myself trapped like a rat. They told me I had to sit behind bars until I died, Just becuase they knew I'd rather have fried. So here I am stuck writting my story, Not looking at all for your pity. I'm trying to tell you don't fall in my path, If you come near you'll feel my wrath. Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 04:42 PM PST 10 • 0
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