Post by the lonely soldier 714 on Dec 28, 2007 7:55:35 GMT -5
bullet with names on it
my hands are clutched on the 45. with hollow tips. what no one knows
is that each bullet has names of the inocents that i'm gonna kill.
i point my gun at a female that i never met before but the bullets name is tiffany hursh. it goes right through her heart.
the next shot goes into a another adult-male. again i don't know this man at all but the bullet hits him in the head, the name on the bullet was mark tonma.
as i moved down the line of my victems i'm infront of a little girl. she couldn't be more then 15 years old. i grabbed her hair, yanking it as hard as she screams, the barrel is in her mouth and the bullet goes to the back. the bullets name was linsay santi.
i turn my head to a crying boy same boy as the girl. i walked over to him and another one to the head. the bullets name is kevin gurlukavich.
i move down to the last two kids. there only babies crying, possible because they're next. the cries where like the cries of the other victems. i shout at the top of my lungs to shut them up. it doesn't work.
i point at the gun at the small one and blown it's head off--the bullet name was heather sprite and other shot goes into last victem head, and like the baby, it's blown off and the name of the bullet name is jimmy brond
the time had come for me to end it all...there wasn't no room to live any more. i put the barrel to my head and pull the trigger hadn't remembering my name at all and blood spattering all over the bloody floors from his sins the bullet name was jackson gaymore...
is that each bullet has names of the inocents that i'm gonna kill.
i point my gun at a female that i never met before but the bullets name is tiffany hursh. it goes right through her heart.
the next shot goes into a another adult-male. again i don't know this man at all but the bullet hits him in the head, the name on the bullet was mark tonma.
as i moved down the line of my victems i'm infront of a little girl. she couldn't be more then 15 years old. i grabbed her hair, yanking it as hard as she screams, the barrel is in her mouth and the bullet goes to the back. the bullets name was linsay santi.
i turn my head to a crying boy same boy as the girl. i walked over to him and another one to the head. the bullets name is kevin gurlukavich.
i move down to the last two kids. there only babies crying, possible because they're next. the cries where like the cries of the other victems. i shout at the top of my lungs to shut them up. it doesn't work.
i point at the gun at the small one and blown it's head off--the bullet name was heather sprite and other shot goes into last victem head, and like the baby, it's blown off and the name of the bullet name is jimmy brond
the time had come for me to end it all...there wasn't no room to live any more. i put the barrel to my head and pull the trigger hadn't remembering my name at all and blood spattering all over the bloody floors from his sins the bullet name was jackson gaymore...
this poem was about things that happen in Lancaster, PA and places like this incadent, thats why i had to write a poem like this.