Hungry Lucy

Lying in bed with a gun to my head
I am slumberless
Memories seep into fathoms of deep
Disillusionment
Pillow of red futile thoughts never said
Its all gone
Take it away this sadness and pain
Heart grown cold through tales of old
Funeral feast bringing violent beasts
To the parlor floor
Fortune and fame will not be quite the same
Its an open door
Nothing to give, nothing to get make it stop
Did you hear her pull the trigger
Never knowing blood was flowing
Down, down, down, down
Poetry page showing nothingness and rage
Death is my home where I shall roam
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