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Much Too Late
It was a cold metal burn, love fatal GSW A bullet to the head, exited my heart Shot went straight thru Silencer tears pressing on the pillow, buried me in my sleep Whispering to the half-dead dying: It was business not personal Such empty words offering no real comforting Nine hundred and eleven seconds of fame briefly made me a statistical passionate-less victim celebrity An emotional second amendment casualty The first responder who came to rescue me, she was too late ... much too late Too much time had passed since my lungs collapsed Her CPR kisses couldn’t revive me It was too late, much too late Too much time had gone by since my world collapsed I was pronounced brain dead, with her lavender scent still lodged in my head Femme fatale tears kibosh pillow buried me Now I have only dead feeling dreams in my dirt-covered sleep A love I thought was real, was only a zombie sleepwalking fantasy I wish I coulda shown some signs of life to the first responder who tried to revive me But it was too late, much too late
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