Daunting doom, Stuck beneath my pillow. In side my head.Outside my room, under the willow. Blurred in the eyes of the dead.
Only haunted by the ones left behind. Unclear of how many. Drunk on the wine.To which there was plenty. And fear, lost in the confusion. knowing the illusion. Will soon fade away.So what good was your hand gun today?
Made only to take a life. No other use be known. Pressure builds, incoming strife. Now his brains are blown.
Looking at him as he sleeps. No anger ever seen. Inside his head, secrets keep.In his dreams. Another person dead.
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