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The gun that's in your mind,
is finally in your hand.
The blood that pounded through your veins,
pools on the floor.
The legs that made you run,
far away,
crumple beneath you.
Your head that you once held high with pride,
Simply lies on the cold concrete.
You pulled the trigger.
Burning hands tremble.
Your are the souless body,
that wanders the earth.
Until you die.
The ground you trod upon,
becomes your grave..
You can say no words,
for your tongue has failed you.
You can see no light,
For your vision has fled.
Hear no comfort,
For you are now deaf.
You can live no more,
For your heart has ceased to beat.