She’s going down with the sound of a pow.
With the sound of this gun, I’m the only one, that can help you survive the thoughts running through your mind.
The back of your head was spread all over the bed.
I cried until you came back for me, baby.
With your brain hanging out, you walked toward me with arms open wide with a look of surprise.
All I said was that I am sorry.
So we had some fun being on the run.
Until they came for you.
I’m the only one that can save you.
Even if you run I’ll still be in your head.
Even if you hide I’ll be by your side till the end of time.
With our final kiss, I said leave this.
I grabbed the gun, and with my mind on the run, I gave in to the temptations of your sorrow.
He’s going down with the sound of a pow.
With the sound of this gun, there is no one.
As I lie on the bed, looking so dread.
I cry one last tear as I fall onto my fear, of losing you.
I can see through all your transparent lies.
But even then, Im still falling for you…

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.