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CURSE THE DEAD
I can still feel the trigger squeezing,
Smell the blood while it’s releasing,
The crumpled frame, lungs feebly creasing.
-- A bang, a squelch, a whimper.
A mangled, crippled body twitching,
Curse the dead, deceased bewitching,
Possessed by demons, scratching, itching.
-- A lie, the truth, a fallacy?
Imprinted on my vision, aching,
I’m a sinner in the making,
Dreams interrupted; shrieking, shaking.
-- A regret, a choice, a terror.
A life condemned to dwell on haunting,
Cameras flashing, faces taunting,
Bars to isolate my mourning,
-- A moment, an outburst, a mistake.
But they won’t let me forget.
So every night I curse the dead.