the Silence evokes my spirit'
and i cannot understand her thoughts-
she is dead...
was it my fault?
Did I pulled the trigger?
The Silence boom boom in my soul
echoing...in my bones.
then fades-
She is dead
But was it really my fault?
Did i pulled the trigger too hard this time?
She sleep in dripping red blood.
i am a scholar
the sound of silence
creep in and the blood creeping out
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