Lights out
In my bed
Pillow soaked
Beneath my head
Nothing to me
Mass defeat
Ground crumbling
Beneath my feet
Hateful glances
Awkward stares
Lost embraces
Evil glares
Wanting more
Finding none
Giving up
Grab the gun
Grip the trigger
Aim just right
Gunshot fires
In the night
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