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Hanging by a thread
I'm standing on the edge.
Wondering if I am dead.
There's a brother without a mother.
There's a sister without a farther.
There's a grandmother with two grandsons
threatening to put a bullet in each other' s heads.
There's a young mother clinging to her child who's dead.
Poor child didn't stand a chance.
There's a solider with a gun.
Shotgun c**k back.
His wounds open wide.
Bam, he's gone.
Hanging by a thread
There's a gambler in debt, slipping on his bet.
His cheeks are soaking wet.
Unsatisfied greed he has just met.
There's a kid standing by the bay.
Showing his father's marks.
Anger that has just been sparked.
There's a girl with no rights.
She hovers from great heights.
Out go her lights.
Hanging by a thread
I look down to see it's not the fall,
it's the ground I fear.
I let go anyway.
Now many would say it's death
that waits on the other end.
But what if it's not.
Hanging by a thread
And by letting go and standing up again,
I found a better life.
And not just for my self.
- by Violent Victory |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/17/2009 |
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- Title: Hanging by a Thread
- Artist: Violent Victory
- Description: It's a poem I wrote in class, and I what to hear what people think. Say anything you like, I want to know what you think.
- Date: 08/17/2009
- Tags: hanging thread
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Comments (1 Comments)
- dutchbrosdude - 02/01/2010
- I really like it, nice even flow very sad though. 5/5 =)
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