TW: Guns.
Go on, pull the f*cking trigger.
Come closer, hold the gun against my head and blow my brains out.
I picked the last bloomed flower in autumn. I've had the last bite to eat. I've said my peace.
Pull the trigger. I don't care. It won't change a thing.
Everyone waved me goodbye. They've all already accepted a life without me.
This flesh shield that I used to live in hadn't had the expenses covered. It kicked me out. That body of mine has been empty for months, I already left. I am already gone.
Fire away. I'm giving you the all-clear.
Demolish this vacant building. You will be making some space available for the replacement. The new 5-star hotel, which is full of life, is ready to accommodate many.
So go on, pull the f*cking trigger.
Come closer and shoot my unoccupied frame.
Dispose of that rusty armour that has been collecting dust on the inside thanks to the ex-knight who abandoned it.
It won't change a thing.
You can't kill me when I am already dead.
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PoetryA collection of mostly poems and a few stories. I will be continuously adding to this as I experience life and need a creative outlet to express myself. I hope this reaches people who can relate, and if you can't, I hope you get to know me as you vi...
