Char (whispering_lies) wrote,
Char
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Obscured my obscurity..

.A Pistol's Grip.

and if it were to be done...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

but if I were to forget...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

alas, when you get your shot...
may I grip the slot?
to hollow out my existence
and forever be...
not.

feeling your hand slowly slip away
this was my last, my last time to...
the last time, I pray

and if it were to be done...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.

but if I were to forget...
please, make it a quick, quick...
death.
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and now i sit, left, waiting for my quick, quick, death.
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