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Defiance
It's odd for a man of my age to fantasize about suicide.
But it holds such a magnetic attraction for me.
No one knows the hour of their death, except he who takes his own life.
One last fuck you to the fates and whatever celestial being pulls the strings in this elaborate puppet show that is life
You don't decide when I go.
You're not the boss of me.
I've always been fascinated by the poetry in a bullet to the brain.
Talk about going out with a bang
One shot to the temple.
(It has to be the temple)
And it's over.
Your entire mundane existence concluded with a jerk of your finger
Climaxing with the pull off a trigger
Noise wanes...
...curtains close...
...and the screen fades to black...
But it holds such a magnetic attraction for me.
No one knows the hour of their death, except he who takes his own life.
One last fuck you to the fates and whatever celestial being pulls the strings in this elaborate puppet show that is life
You don't decide when I go.
You're not the boss of me.
I've always been fascinated by the poetry in a bullet to the brain.
Talk about going out with a bang
One shot to the temple.
(It has to be the temple)
And it's over.
Your entire mundane existence concluded with a jerk of your finger
Climaxing with the pull off a trigger
Noise wanes...
...curtains close...
...and the screen fades to black...
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