A labyrinth of seduction, a fable dream.
I saw you grip a hand, seemed like a part of me.
A gust blew the present, future smeared through a trickling brow.
The moment I had was enough. Moments we had, not.
I don't want to die, for martyrs rot in heaven.
I don't need to gaze for I can see you,
I have got a bullet on my eye!
Fogging on an invisible canvas, departing breaths exhaled past.
And then there was no pain, just a silence louder than the voices last.
I had a bullet in my eye!
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