Shaking hands,
Looking into a shadow land,
Reaching up to a dusty shelf,
Hoping to find a piece of myself.
Tragedies in ink,
Words of my own hell.
Anything to mean
something to me.
Lifting all the hate & rage.
Turning & tearing each & every page.
Memories overwhelming my head,
Remembering all of the love I once had.
Overdrawn
& to many things left unsaid.
Emotionless & careless,
Loveless & dead.
My minds bled all over the paper,
Pen as a gun, finger on the trigger,
Eyes on a silhouetted figure,
Walking towards me to say,
I'm holding the gun the wrong way,
Pointing it towards the shadows,
Hysterically laughing, snap of the neck,
Taking my hand,
walking me towards the gallows.
Tying a noose around my neck,
As I sit & pay to watch my death.
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