Click, Clack
Click, clack,
As the night nears black,
no need for one when guilt is your gun.
I’m going insane,
for the ones I’ve slain,
still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot
a single face.
I cannot erase
these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots.
Their fate sealed shut
with a silencer, from what?
Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed.
I’ve found you.
Oh, no, what have I done?
Trembling hands drop the gun.
Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground.
Her blood holds my reflection
frozen in perplexion.
Her tears are my own, but the ones not shown.
I’m screaming inside,
but in whom can I confide?
I’m back.
You know suddenly it’s near
when all you can hear
is
click, clack,
as the night turns black.
No more.
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