No More
Starting down a gun barrel,
But the trigger in my hand,
My very life is in peril,
To be here was never planned.
The end of all things is coming
For this my little lot
I’ve had enough of the running
I’d rather just get shot
To run forever more is hell,
From heart ache to ache,
To be locked in despairs cell,
Is now more than I can take.
The colours faded long ago,
Slipped quietly from my life,
I didn’t spot it as you should know,
They left only pain and strife.
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