Bang
The only sound you'll hear
The sound that'll accompany you
In your journey to the afterlifeBang
No one will ever solve
How you died
Non will understand
Why your life ended like thisBang
And i will continue life
Your face
Just one of many faces
Blending together with many
Thousands of facesBang
One...two..three..four..five..
Six..seven..eight...nine..
I could count from now
And one billion years into the future
And yet
I would still miss hundreds of peopleBang
Some might call me cold
Lifeless might be fitting
But let me get my hands
On a pair of proper made 45's
And you better stay out of my wayBang
There are no friends at the end
Of a barrel
There is nothing more than
Those who die
And those with only a few seconds to liveBang
The only sound i hear
The only sound i wanna hearBang
Bang
Bang
Bang
And just like that
All the loose ends are tied
The bridges burned
The only thing remaining
Is the distant echoing of a singleBang
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My Symphony
PoetryWelcome back. Last we talked about identity, today we are gonna talk about lifes symphony. Peek behind the curtain and once again, you'll see a tiny a bit of the darkness within my mind. Wether it be classical, jazz, pop, hip hop, rock or any other...