Murder

December 20, 2009

Here’s a gun.
You just have to shoot.
My heart is numb,
I’m already dead.
This sullen life,
ain’t worth the breath I take,
Look around you,
does this make sense?
Here’s a knife.
I’m marked the places
For your aim,
and pierce me in darkness.
Here’s a vial,
filled with poison,
A few drops in my wine,
and I’ll leave you behind,
like you wanted.

By DalaiHarma

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