Projecting with Bullets
Cocked back he spots and tracks his targets like it’s a sport
Brain splatters over chalk and blackboards as he shows no remorse….
…3 months back
John was a loner because dad was gone and moms was a stoner
the type of kid who drank just to drink so he was never sober.
A lost cause at odds with his flaws with no direction to his order
he roams his mind searching for a thought to call his own.
So he’s influenced by what he sees on TV believing it’s what he should know.
An outcast with a scared past John likes to pretend those aren’t facts,
that he doesn’t lack the social skills and that his life isn’t full of cracks.
In school he slacks because he figures no one there gives a crap
so he blends in with the chairs and his skin resembles the walls
No notice from his peer’s he’s alone amongst the crowd in the halls.
With no one to leer he yearns for the attention of any one near.
No acceptance creates resentment so hate becomes the replacement
of his want to be accepted, instead he vows vengeance over patience
Sick with bitterness he becomes a regular patient to his ignorance.
They call him a freak, a weirdo, a geek, he tries, but it’s hard to ignore this.
His life they ruin with taunts ensuing his flaws are a shoe in for the laughs
but the truth is he’s had it with the bullshit…
Everyone will know of it...from the students to the teachers on staff.
he gathers amo and the courage to face the horror
he doesnt know if hell make it...but none one else will
hes sure, as he reaches the steps of the school he prepares
for the gore.
He kicks in the doors with 2 44’s one in each hand he implores
“Everybody hit the floor!”, as he aimed at the kids on all fours.
This time he’s the bully and the school will see his fury and more.
Cocked back he spots and tracks his targets like it’s a sport
Brain splatters over chalk and blackboards as he shows no remorse….
Destruction is his course as violence indorses his actions to kill.
justified in his decision, he lets off creating corpses from the blood spill.
BAM! The jock…BOOM!! The cheerleader, they get it in every spot
BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!! He takes a stand on top of the bodies he rots.
Who once were fresh to life find their flesh new to deaths plots.
Down each class he claims victim after victim a massacre he insists on.
No one is safe and he hasn’t missed with his pistols;
his wrists consistent with extinguishing everyone from existence.
In a blind stupor of rage John lost it all to his ignorance
blaming the world for every miserable instance,
giving courage to his misplaced hatred.
Setting blame in all the right places except where it belongs
He cocks the gun back and aims at his problems
as he exhales his last breathe from his lungs.
Peace at last.
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