Insomnia
He slept by my side,
now his eyes are open wide.
The last thing he sees,
is a bloody image of me.
I didn't mean him any harm,
yet he cried out,
sounding my mental alarm.
It was her and me,
he awakes to see,
both of his lovers,
violently fighting eachother.
I pull the trigger to shoot her dead,
and then another burrows in his head.
My love is dead,
and so is she,
finally now,
I can sleep in peace.
This poem is about:
Our world
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