Now My Demons Are Gone Poem by BRUCE MARTONE
Now My Demons Are Gone
THE AIR IS DRY, THE NIGHT IS RIGHT
MY NOTE IS SIGN SAYING GOODBYE
WHEN I TURN OFF THE LIGHT.
NOW MY FINGER IS READY
TO PULL THE TRIGGER
WHICH SEEM TO BE TIGHT
WHILE I'M HOLDING THE GUN
TO MY HEAD STEADY
GETTING READY TO DIE TONIGHT.
NOW THE BULLET TAKE IT'S RIDE
LEAVING ME BLEEDING IN A POOL OF BLOOD
THE ONLY THING I HAVE DONE RIGHT
IN GETTING RID OF MY DEMONS INSIDE
OF ME TONIGHT.
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4/26/2024 11:48:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So the demons get the last laugh, why not fight till the last breath.