Beating hearts wonder
How poetic deaths come
Feeding creative hunger
Deeper the mind falls numb
This canvass gains a purpose
My pen strokes the darkest art
Every word leaves the surface
And becomes a bullet through your heart
Lying in a crimson pool of praise
Twice a thought yet still a mistake
Humility read to end your days
A choice that was yours to make
Speak farewell to the present and past
Prepare to breathe your final breath
Whisper the end for the sentence last
There you shall find a poetic death
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Love lines 3, 4, 7, 8, and 10. This is great! You are so awesome!
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