Ode to the End
Inside your bedroom Where darkness looms You see your tomb And ghastly fumes You write your ode For your next abode As your will erode The more bullets you load Alas you find The courage to pull As you unbind The remaining spool You lie on your bed For your final sin Then the world turns red And the lights grow dim
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I can't help but feel the pain that must be going through the mind of this soul, for him or her to feel the need to pull the trigger.
It could be me although I have no trigger to pull. I doubt I would leave a note. I can borrow this one and will refer to it if anyone asks or wonders. Most likely not but you never know. Well done. 👍💕
Thanks so much for always reading my work. Though, I don't understand this part "Ivan borrow this one..."
It was a typing failure... I corrected it "I can borrow this one" (the note/poem you wrote). I like reading you. At least if I see a notification about you it means I read something good.
Thanks you so much, that really means a lot to me
A great poem but a not so good note