The crowd.

Feel so heavy and crowed,
the noise of silence getting louder.
How to turn this noise down,
that smell, is it gun powder?

I'd hate for you to go like that,
I'd hate for you to be leaving.
Pushing you away I am,
my heart right now is seething.

So lost beneath the crowd,
need some floor to save me now.
Hands are reaching but I can't grip,
on the hands or my mind, I'm a silly cow.

I've held the gun to your heart,
and shot you good.
The blood isn't only yours but mine aswell,
I find my self bleeding in this dark dark wood.

x

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