Draft of "Guns Pulled" #mystory #momentsthatsurvive #gunshotfirevictim #neveragainmoment #LoriJeanFinnila

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Hello,

This is a draft of "Guns Pulled" my gun shot survivor story.

Guns Pulled

Verse
Guns Pulled on us
To take control
No different than
The nightly roll over

Chorus
I didn't ask
You didn't ask me
I didn't suppose
You were in charge

Verse
You spread your blood
You spread your veins
Your arm is shooting up
With various delusions

Chorus

Verse
I spread my legs
Less than I want
You still haunt me
Until you feel you're
Taken me down

Chorus

Verse
The hole with fire
Red, yellow, orange
Fired at my face
You yelled I wasn't gonna leave
I turned
Space between my mind and cracked bone was at an alignment
I ran to get free
This was the only thing
That pulled me away from you

Chorus




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