Criminal

by TJ   Feb 8, 2007


Jail in my future again
killing in my past
confused and filled with rapture
waiting for my alas
no more point to living
or pointing my gun anymore
soon i will be gone
all ed up on who knows what
cant even move
the gun on my lap and empty bags
are all i have left
nothing left to prove
nothing left to live for..

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