Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 5-Alone
I just want to be left alone
I just want to be left alone.
Shrill trumpets bellow in the distance.
Leave him alone
Leave me alone.
Impotent I fall through the seams of murder.
Alone,alone,alone.
Eccentric muscles peel themselves away from bone.
Close the shutters.
Because I am gone.
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