Reading too much into things
Is a flaw unforgivable,
I am the master of this,
It makes life unforeseeable,
These eyes wish to see a blue
Sky with clouds over a blue sea,
Instead, grey clouds roll over,
Blighting already dark scenery…
Where’s the help promised to me?
It’s all going to waste, yes,
This is it now, this is it,
What happens next is anyone’s guess,
Winds of change blow in my face,
Ripping up trees from their deep roots,
Men appear, holding their guns,
The leader steps forward and shoots…
The bullet flies at me and
Hits the mark, taking life from me,
Breathing slows, then ceases, blood
Flows, then blinds my eyes completely…
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