Oh f**k it

by paddy   Mar 10, 2004


All is quiet
i call your name
no answer
where are you
you said you\'d be here
i go to the kitchen
put the kettle on
i go upstairs
i run a bath
i go to the bedroom
i pull open the wardrobe
screaming
f**k
f**k
noooooooooooooooooo
your body is slumped
you fall to the floor
blood pouring from you
i knell down
take you in my arms
blood everywhere
i bury my head into
your blooded chest
i see where your hurt
i pull your cloths off
its a shot wound
i get up
i go to the phone
dialing 999
help me help me its Nathan his been shot his not breathing help me please
next thing i know
police are everywhere
they put you into a body bag
i look away a shiver running down my back
a policeman says sorry
i think to myself
shit what am i to do
they say is there anyone you want us to call
i say yes
his wife
sorry the policeman says
i thought you was his wife
oh no I'm not his wife
I'm his
W***E.

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  • 20 years ago

    by hayley williams

    wow hunny, your a sick as me sometimes. nah im only playing no one is that sick! Wicked poem tho mate really different with a cool twist at the end.