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Ashen skies, buildings high,
The devil’s eyes upon me,
His mind a maze, walls built with lies,
His soul decayed debris.
His smile, poison, as he waits
For me to make my exit,
My brain and heart, a heated debate,
And I become more desperate.
Do not show, do not tell,
Conceal, consider the devil’s deal,
A guaranteed spot on the throne of hell,
Time is short, the seconds tick,
He’s fallen back behind me,
A bullet to the brain, as I realized, he’s insane,
No more chance to disagree.
Close to the ledge now, accepting my fate,
An audience below me,
Too soon, too fast, too young, now too late,
It’s been sealed, I’m now newsworthy.
And off we pop.