Laughter is stuck in the back of my lungs,
Slaughtering people with THC in the back with guns,
Target practice stuck at home manipulating hundreds,
Staring at it wondering to myself do I really need it,
Bored as heck thinking of others are probably begging for it,
Stuck spinning around in circles trying not to forget death is right in time it could take mine any minute,
didn't realize I was playing with the knife that could've taken it,
praying to god for forgiveness I wonder if he can accept it or leave me with his unfinished business.
©gazbow
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