The arrow is nocked, the bowsting is drawn
The time has come for my soul's final dawn
My heart is the target, the bow is my own
This wound will go deeper than my blood and my bone
The arrow is made from words I have said
I wish it were made of something physical instead
I stand and I wait, holding my breath
Awaiting the impact, wishing for death

The dread grips me tight and refuses to yield
I've left myself open without any shield
I'm losing my grip and with it my mind
There once was a light that now I can't find
A moment of doubt as grown into fear
And through my insanity I have placed myself here
The weapon is mine, I have armed my demise
I stand in the sight of two perfect brown eyes

The shot hasn't come but when it does it won't miss
Turning now into pain something that once was just bliss
I don't know what to do while my feelings go numb
I have no choice but to wait for the arrow to come
The further I slip the closer it comes
My heart sounding fierce like the beating of drums
I might be insane and its all in my head
But then why is my heart filled with this dread?
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Unknown "Goraan" Abused - 16 years, 11 months, 14 days ago