Hush and sleep
Let the world of dream enfold you
Purchase the moments of escape
From time itself
Point the gun at your senses
Let it feel the threat of the bullets
Before spilling the blood on the floor of your choices
And disposing of my feelings
Like just another product
Of your imagination
Or that I could wish
That I could matter
For one minute
To you
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