Like a supernatural force,
A dark and heavy energy,
I fear my next piece of writing,
May be my self written eulogy.
Tired of trying to defend myself and explain,
When your ears are closed and your response is exactly the same,
Causing me greater pain.
Numb and mute,
I try to compute,
The root,
But my finger is already on the trigger ready to shoot…

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