Bad guys win

Intent on leaving.
A world full of pain.
Where death is the release.
Where ashes remain.

She'll put the gun.
Up to her head.
Her heart beat racing.
She'll soon be dead.

Pulling the trigger.
She'll quickly die.
With her last words.
She'll say goodbye.

No one will miss her.
That's her favourite tale.
The unpleasent truth.
Of her epic fail.

Nothing matters.
When you've given in.
Ommited to the darkness.
Of the bad guys win.

poem by Silence Dogood
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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