Her Demise


She sits alone with a pistol to her head

Its the last time to breathe before she's dead

She pulls the trigger and the gun goes

Her body falls, her eyes close

She lies in a pool of crimsom red

No one knows the life she really led

It sad to see her go so fast to soon

Rest in peace, theres no more seeing you


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