shaky hand
holds his revolver
its not worth it
not this life
not anymore
his hand swings
into position
has his gaze
fixed upon the floor
with a squeeze
he releases
the contents
of his head
grossly disfigured
on the wall
the remnants
a morbid Rorschach test
its a beautiful butterfly
wrapped in
deaths grasp
your body now
lifeless
soul detached.
you can’t take
no for an answer
if the question never
leaves your lips
when you walk
through the depths
of the valley
in the shadow of death
know that I’m there
with you with
every step
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