We crash land,
Ash highlighted through the sand,
Besmirching the purity
Of beauty, that you have planned.
All alone,
Passive waves licking at stones
Filling up the grave silence
The violence of the crash - shown.
Now I'm here,
You're far gone and disappeared
Stranded with a plan to see
Can we be, if you're not clear?
Here's the gun,
I've loaded it, have your fun
Each cold bullet I've handpicked
Trigger clicked, the deed is done |
Submission Name: Loaded Gun
