No more.. To hell!



A bullet through
Piercing through
My heart, The traitor I now hate
A reminder of foolishness. 

How? Why? Foolish Girl! 

An ache through
Striking through
My heart, feeble for deceit
A realisation of losing.

Never Never! Foolish Girl!

A tear through
Flowing through
My heart, no more I have
A Sentence of anguish.

Unto Obscurity I may dwell

A stone through
Building through
My heart, stone cold now
A stamp of deadness.

No more.. To hell!

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