Final Act

I sit in dark recesses

My feelings further depresses

My hands caress the gun

Soon, the deed will be done

There is no silver lining

This gloom is stifling

Hate and fear be my emotions

Where are the solutions?

It’s cocked next to my temple

I’m not sane but not mental

Trigger is pulled, in hell I’ll fry

My body slumps as I die

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