It Wasn't Homicide

Take me to a field where lovers’ dreams have bloomed

Bring your rifle, too, so in my head you can make room

For emptiness and apathy

Get rid of all that’s left of me

And between me and you

Let’s get this over soon

I’ll kneel upon the earth and close my eyes and think

Of everything inside of me that’s pushed me to the brink

The people and the stupid lies

The honesties and weary eyes

Promise you won’t blink

When you see my body sink


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