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22:05 Aug 14 2007
Times Read: 571

If these bullets could talk

they'd send you a message straight through your heart.

If guns could cry out

You would have know right from the start

right from the start



Left out and hopeless

This trigger calls your name

Deathless, yet dying

We'll never be the same.





The message from me to you will read as followed

"These wolves of redemption are merciless".





I've always noticed you looked better at the end of the barrel

My crosshair is set for you to die

The needles not so sterile

Rest assured that these bullets never lie



If these bullets could talk

tell me what you would hear

over screaming and crying

speak up my dear!

speak up! speak up!

you're not loud enough!

You think you're so big?! You think you're so tough?!

Could you handle the voices

echoing from droplets of blood?

Blaming and accusing

you of all the things that you've done?!

If these bullets could talk

could you silence every one?



How about with your body?

How about with your brain?

Could you silence metal?

Could you shut out the pain!





my finger on the trigger

your life rests in my hands

Flowing though my fingers

like hourglass sand.



Wolves or no wolves, redemption is a myth

Created for people

afraid of deaths kiss



SHUT UP! SHUT UP!





Listen carefully,

As though you're sane

I love this show

though the ending is lame



Listen to it whisper,

listen to it scream

listen to it beg

listen to it dream





here’s to you

my last goodbye

best wishes to you

this is where you die



If these bullets could talk

They'd send a message straight through your heart

22:04 Aug 14 2007
Times Read: 572




I want to tell you about a girl I know,

Who lived behind a mask.

Her smile was painted on everyday;

And her heart was made of glass.

But even porcillin,

Can take a few hits before it falls.

And everyone knows once glass cracks,

You might as well have broken it all.

So this little girl I know;

Has glass shards for a soul.

But with that mask she hides herself,

To cover up that hole.

Isn't it amazing,

How much a smile can cover up?

Put the real you in the closet,

And lock the door safely shut.

And this little girl,

Of whom I know so well;

Wishes she were here.

She'd have a story to tell.

She'd tell you of a Father-

Who hits her everyday;

because she is not perfect.

does nothing the right way.

She'd tell you of a life shes led.

Thats not good enough for anyone else.

And all this pain that she has felt,

She blames it on herself.

But still she goes on day to day;

With a smile on her face.

Her body full of bruises.

Of her struggle, there is no trace.

She hides herself in sweaters,

Of black and navey blue.

In oversized clothing;

She can hide whats shes been through.

So next time you judge

The goofy kid sitting in the back;

Telling stupid jokes,

Dressed head to toe in black;

Look past the smile.

See what lies inside.

'Cause that little girl you know.

Might have so much to hide.



Jessica Lavigne.