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Sep 2019
And so I take this final plunge into the endless night.

Holding my own hand as I take my final breath before this sleep I have longed for.

Pulling back that hammer which drives the final nail into my hollow soul.

Cold steel pressed against my temple which holds my mind in these dark chains.

A lifetime of painful woes swept away with the squeeze of a trigger.

A faded note crumpled time and time again brought to the light of day this one final time.

If there is this God so high upon that ethereal plain, he now weeps at my farewell from this mortal husk.

An artist in his final moments, painting the walls with that which gives him life.

Not before that final tear of regret and shame says goodbye under these tired eyes.

Peaceful now...

Lulled to an endless sleep.
Just trying to make it day by day...
Written by
Hunter Stewart  West Monroe L.A.
(West Monroe L.A.)   
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