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By the way, it's pronounced like 'mile' the distance, not 'mail', the form of communication....My Dying Reverie
by spacegirl92
I cannot stop,
The song of death,
But I can pretend it’s not playing.
I cannot hear,
Him dish out commands,
But in this semblance, I’m already obeying.
I cannot feel,
The bullets buffet-
In my head, they no longer exist.
I cannot smell,
The blood on my shirt,
I only smell chocolatey bliss.
I cannot taste,
My bitter defeat,
For I’m smoking a new cigarette.
I cannot frown,
As my life sinks away,
I must laugh-we’ve just made a new bet.
I cannot see,
Those misguided slaves,
All I see is a hand that is gloved.
And an image of a boy,
That boy...
The only one I loved...
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*fangirl*
*fangirl*
::explodes::
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Makes me sad.