Flowers For Me

I can taste the metal

The gun in my mouth

I wish I could say everything I’ve ever ate

Now, I choose to eat the bullet

The cold takes me before the gun ever could

Living, I am dead

Dead, to be remembered by the living

Please cry for me

I want to know your love

I want to know your flowers on my grave

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