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Array ( [sid] => 71399 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Once upon a school Shooting [time] => 2004-11-14 01:24:43 [hometext] => this is about a school shooting [bodytext] => Upon the day I lay arrest,
From a bullet within my chest,
The day slowly goes a mist,
And my hand releases its fist.
Alas, my days come a loom,
Terror I consume, days of doom,
Midnight strikes for hour none,
Though its done, though its done.

Over loom from sinuous lengths,
Boom, shot the gun, with the six blanks.
I don’t think I was a main target,
As he just moved back and fourth with it.
The gun that was in his hand,
Standing tall like a real man.

But he wasn’t even close,
Depressed, one could diagnose,
He needed a dose;
Of reality,
Or my speciality,
Because people hurt him,
And he wanted to hurt them.

He wanted suicide,
Hope that they died,
But he didn’t mean to kill me,
And afterwards cried for me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered holding my hand,
“I didn’t mean to hit you, this wasn’t planned.”
He said, as I bled. I choked and gasped and held his hand,
And I looked at him, to try and understand.
But I couldn’t,
He said I wouldn’t,
He said I shouldn’t.

Sirens were heard,
Policemen were lured,
To the battle scene, of a one man army,
Girls and boys men and women. Melancholy.
Whimpering and crying,
Shaking and dying,
Blood filling the gym,
Blood all over him.

It was over, it was done.
Such a sad story, such a sad end.
All alone, nothing to mend.
Good bye, good bye.

One bullet left, just like a theft,
The bullet steals the light, take all it could,
And now yourself.

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Once upon a school Shooting

Contributed by frozensuicide on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 01:24:43 AM in AEST
Topic: schoolproblems

Upon the day I lay arrest,
From a bullet within my chest,
The day slowly goes a mist,
And my hand releases its fist.
Alas, my days come a loom,
Terror I consume, days of doom,
Midnight strikes for hour none,
Though its done, though its done.

Over loom from sinuous lengths,
Boom, shot the gun, with the six blanks.
I don’t think I was a main target,
As he just moved back and fourth with it.
The gun that was in his hand,
Standing tall like a real man.

But he wasn’t even close,
Depressed, one could diagnose,
He needed a dose;
Of reality,
Or my speciality,
Because people hurt him,
And he wanted to hurt them.

He wanted suicide,
Hope that they died,
But he didn’t mean to kill me,
And afterwards cried for me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered holding my hand,
“I didn’t mean to hit you, this wasn’t planned.”
He said, as I bled. I choked and gasped and held his hand,
And I looked at him, to try and understand.
But I couldn’t,
He said I wouldn’t,
He said I shouldn’t.

Sirens were heard,
Policemen were lured,
To the battle scene, of a one man army,
Girls and boys men and women. Melancholy.
Whimpering and crying,
Shaking and dying,
Blood filling the gym,
Blood all over him.

It was over, it was done.
Such a sad story, such a sad end.
All alone, nothing to mend.
Good bye, good bye.

One bullet left, just like a theft,
The bullet steals the light, take all it could,
And now yourself.

Copyright Â© frozensuicide ... [ 2004-11-14 01:24:43]
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Re: Once upon a school Shooting (User Rating: 1 )
by evil_angel on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 01:47:11 AM AEST
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good write. were u really shot? keep up the good work.. cant wait to read more.

Re: Once upon a school Shooting (User Rating: 1 )
by Deleterious_Dislike on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 05:05:47 AM AEST
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This has potential. There was something wrong about it.. the style you were trying to grasp, well it seemed to me you didnt :s
just my opinion

Re: Once upon a school Shooting (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 26th October 2006 @ 09:43:34 PM AEST
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Love this. It's so beautiful. I love violent
and dark poetry. It always gets my
attention. Such a sad story, but that
means it's good. A story of sadness is a
story of experience.

~Ravon~

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