This is not a letter , nor a note , but this is a story
And this may be the last one I wrote
For I am ready for charon's boat
It's just a quick slice at the throat
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
My life was simple
Till I met a certain group of people
Dressed in blue clothes
Having no clue who they are
I got into their car
The trip was quite bizarre
For I smoked with Mary Jane
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
They soon later became my friends
Gave me a special name
And said any color other than blue , black ,and white was lame
They had different color of groups gone with no shame
One of them soon became my best friend
And we had a coke meeting to attend
Just like all special meetings they end with a bang
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
Later years came I've lost faith to the one above
The more I'm here the more I see a mourning dove
Doing things most people would regret
Things they wish they could press reset to
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
The age of of 15 came when I thought I met the one person who could change me
Who I thought she was my true love
But of after 2 beautiful years
I was nothing but trash to get rid of
for her
In depressing years I went
Desperately looking for love
Hoed around went back to drugs
Nothing but their eyes of judgement
Lucifer's demons that he sent
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
Now to the present at the age of 18
Met the best group of people ever like everything it start cracking getting ready to break
Almost went to prison for a underage consent
Almost went back to my old self trying to protect the ones I love
Still having trouble to find love
While all the others found a angel
While their with angels
I'm here with the fallen one
A hand cannon to the temple
I'm tired of being the devil's vessel
Remember this is not a letter , nor a note , but a story
My story
Hi I'm Anthony guzman and this is my story
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Comments3
Raw emotion. Nice work
Thank you
What a story, and all before the age of 18. Very well written. Forget the cannon and replace it with a pen. That would be so much better!
yeah, keep your pen close to your heart, they are compatible and work well together if you have the skills like obviously you have. a fine honest write.
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