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Who Controlled the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy IIII)

Poetry By: MssJenn

Not so sure who controlled the situation any more. who controlled the bullet? Me or him? aren't we both the same?

When i close my eyes this what i see... A premonition maybe?
or just a Deadly Fantasy.

.... don't know what is this exactly..... not a poem, not a story??? oo h well enjoy people, foes and friends XD

Submitted:Jun 16, 2009    Reads: 119    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   

Who Controlled the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy IIII)

And this happens yet again…
I'm starting to get tire

I just killed myself
I just shoot my head
Playing the Russian roulette with my family and a friend
I stand there invisible as usual
Dead as almost each time
Next to the crowd that my family and friend are making
They were staring tearing eyes to my dead body
My brain splattered on the wall and family portraits
I hear my mom yell and cry my name
There's a picture of me on the wall
Happily smiling with my dog on my arms
But the crystal is tainted red with bits of brain
I take my hand to my head; to make sure that I'm intact
Unlike my body
And notice the gun still in my hands
But my dead body still holds one too
Somebody laughs next to me
An evil laugh
He is tall and strong
His skin red and his nails black
His deep blue eye are contorted with humor
And he too holds a gun
The same gun that it's in my dead body's hands now
The same that I hold now
I laugh with him now
Not knowing anymore
Who controlled the bullet?

Why the hell am I dead? (A Deadly Fantasy I)

Who is going to kill me? (A Deadly Fantasy II)

Controlling the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy III)

Who Controlled the Bullet (A Deadly Fantasy IIII)


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