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Alone in a Corner
Mike Troxell
Alone in a corner I sit with my gun.
The evil I fear is that from within.
In this moment I become defined.
I sit in the corner holding on
to memories long forgotten.
When childhood dreams turned to passion
and my world became a towering inferno.
Thrust into hell by forces unholy
I came back forgiven, yet not released.
Forgiven by those who could not save.
Forgotten by those who could not imagine.
The horrors that escalated
into a nightmare within
defined my passion
and tortured my soul.
Alone in this corner I sit with my gun.
A round in the chamber and a bottle of strife.
The evil within stirs my dreams
creating a slideshow of my horrific life.
Life full of wonder and mystery,
Clouded by nightmares and misery.
As I contemplate the true meaning
of my desires,
I bring back the hammer
and the bottle expires.
