a clueless man in a broken shed

A bullet pointed towards his head
Right towards while he lying on his bed
It was a place,a small wooden shed
he was curious what the hatred fed
And a book so empty he called life,unread
A lonesome road and an ominous tread
A sick being which took no med
And which is why he is now dead
he couldn't even remember the last words he said
Because the killer was the woman he wed.

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it is about a woman who killed the man she wed the backstory of it all is all up to the reader's eyes but the main theme is that she killed him and that they lived in a small house which was a shed of sort