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Ecomium

I am holding it by its f*ck*ng neck.
I am so close, I can finally, be rid of it.
I pull it close to my face and scream,
"I told you, I told you!" as it looks and smiles, while trying to breath.
I pull out a gun from under my nightstand and grin as I pull back on its trigger,
"You sorry son of a b*tch, you watched me wither and turn to ice.
You never warmed my soul or comforted my plight."
The smile I am wearing is now adorned with wide eyes and nervous trembling,
I ramble about my plans to keep this wound from mending.
"Do it you coward" I tell myself, as I prepare to squeeze.
Right when I am about to pull, it begins to softly speak.
"You d*mn fool, what are you implying? your distress and sadness is your own!"
"Why are you f*ck*ng lying!" I replied, as I shook my gun and held it against its head.
"Its time I stopped your manipulation and put my shame to bed!"
I pushed it up against the wall, I screamed and whaled then.... It went off.
The room turned black and the clocks hand stopped. I felt the weight pull down as it dropped,
I finally destroyed what subjugated me. The one responsible for all of my misery.
Quietly I listen to their encomium, remembering the days my heart beat like a drum.
The days I died to live are long and gone. There is no gun shots, no sacred song.
A man yells, " All aboard" and I know I will never come back. One should never visit a King
on the flat of their back.
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