Proof of the greater good in all of us. (Sacrifice.)A Poem by Lee W. DeasonThere is another void published front page. Let's just put up a sign and remember it. Like a historical marker, of when the weather went bad.
Simply too sad for sun to shine through. With capital burning a hole in my pants. That don't even fit the same in the first place.
Let me go, home again. Or I'll won't remember it. Instead there'll be a reckoning. A funeral. Because I lost my head in it.
Now I'm losing.
Again I say, "There's got to be a better way!!!" We'll put it in the front page, and read all about it. Like the rapture was fake, and we had our pants down. Again I say, "There's got to be a better way..." Do you know what I mean? To roll the car off the end of the line.
And hope for the best. Cause tonight will be a night to remember. When my hand is felt a second or two.... After my last breath.
And no one heard me when I said. "I'm better off dead."
I remember watching the flash back. "Like I was young again."
Took a deep breath and realized. There was two holes in my chest. And that no one was listening to me like always. When I said "I'm not stupid."
And I hope for the best. As I make history in the front page. Cause I'm too sad to see you. The outline looked human, when I whispered. "I'm better off dead." As I died smiling. Like I was young again.
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