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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Last Supper |
| Author: | Johnster |
| Date Submitted: | 5/27/2009 |
| Poem: |
Bitter steel bitten - my last welcome meal Bullet with purpose - my last breath to steal Trigger is fondled - my final fair mistress Dark pill of death - only cure for my sickness Nightmare to some - my sweet salvation Few grasp my aching for anti-creation Eyes close with lips, with finger to thumb An inch between pain and the freedom to come Crack of the chamber - the silence I seek Fumes of the barrel - Judas kiss to my cheek With everything lost, what can be won But the ecstasy found at the end of a gun?... |