Nightmare

A nightmare
Please
Not a dream
For my dreams fruit

I smoked
Normal enough
But why?
My slow suicide had resumed
To live for?
Naught
She had left me
For I had awoken old wounds
Oh, she loved me
Always will
But the haunting was too much
Past pains too vivid
So, not wanting that again
And rather than hurt me more
She left me alone
My Zippo refuelled
These hands once more
The trigger of my gun

So like I said
A nightmare
For I would not kill myself for her
No
I would cease

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