Deep, blind, hollow,

still dying.

Awry sight,

bitter to swallow.


No sounds, I hear,

No scream, I dream.


Gun firing in the distance,

suddenly appear,

Illusive is the existence,

silence breaks the fear. 


Bye, my life,

If ever mine.

Pure is the way, 

by drowning unveiled.


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