A dead nightmare
arose from the grave
your evil heart
buried me in.
The loaded chamber
held the round that
gave you assurance
that you'd win.
Looking past the
smoky mirror I tried
to see what you
were underneath.
Terrified with the
knowing of how empty
you are while
holding no belief.
I have felt enough
pain to never believe
I am wanted
or desired.
I can't pick myself
up off the floor
or do anything
cause I'm tired.
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