Sleeps With A Gun

She sleeps with a gun
Right next to her head
How does she know that
She’s already dead?

She can no longer
Deal with this life and
She feels so sliced by
This invisible knife

What is it made of?
No one really knows
All we can assume
Is it really blows

Because she can’t feel
Her own dying soul
Choking by itself
Beyond all control

So what does she do?
Nothing can stop this
She’ll only fall in
Her fated abyss

No one checks on her
Does anyone care?
Wait, someone’s coming
Is somebody there?

She handles the gun
What is this feeling?
She just wants to run
Her heart is reeling

She gathers courage
And she turns around
Shocked, she drops the gun
She just now was found

He rushes to her
She holds out her arm
A heartful embrace
And there was no harm

How could she know that
Someone still wanted
Her pitiful soul
The one so haunted

It doesn’t matter
She’s finally saved
Nothing can take her
Not even the grave

And even though she
Inside was just dead
She now feels alive
And loved for instead

'Silent Heart~ Mikaila (Godchild)' by KyoKuddler

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Jul 29th 2008

Tags:: a angst dark and horror experimental free verse gun human nature narrative philosophical romance sleeps society with youth
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Another format that I decided to make. Similiar to the last style only with four lines per stanza, with the pattern: ABCB; the second line rhymes with the last. Each line had 5 syllables instead of four. ^^ I like how this one turned out; it's like a doodle in the poetry world, though, so it's not particularly amazing.