Thrilled

Thrilled

Exalting

Words of my mind

writings things down

solanely

The pen meets the paper

in a charade of fear

as I am scared to write

something that will not please

you, the people I wish to

make happy by reading my

tributes, my work.

Endlessly beaming

vocabulary screaming

in my head.

Do not verbalize 

audibly, put,write it down.

I pulled the trigger

wrote on the paper

filled with blood

ink purple and gold

as I wrote your name

at the end of the page.

Single hit on the face

you bled slowly onto 

the snow.

Guess my words, heroes

of fear, lead me to my

people, guide me through the sky.

Heast, craziness, pill you

blood and bodies

mountains of heroes that came before you

who will chose me ?

Arrived by noon

departed by ten

I will not die outside

not today.

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