dystopia
father s gun
got a gun its a real one should be fun my fathers gun a new feeling load bullets one by one cold steel in my hand click click. try me i visit it every day time passes but i cant stay away im lonely i have no one its just me and my gun got my gun a revolution against me my worst enemy i dont have no one i dont want no one and i show no love to anyone on the other side of the gun what have i become a threat to me and the ones i love stare at the mirror and spit on my reflection tears stain my bed i write a letter to my mom and dad telling them their son has failed them once again gun in my mouth i pull he trigger the same story a dead son a fathers gun