The Thought of Metal

To hell with a blindfold,
For my heart is too cold.
Soon you will heat me.
When the bullet flees
I will no longer be old.

Before I go I'll smoke this fag,
For it will be a dearly drag.
Before they let fire
I want to have my heart's last desire,
So my heart will not feel its death tag.

I felt my smile leaving,
For it felt like a caterpillar bleeding.
I've dreamed of this day,
But in a better way.
I shall not be grieving.

I faced the firing squad.
On my fingernails I gnawed.
I was hoping for a chance,
But I knew in a glance.
It was all a fraud.

They were ordered in a line.
The guns looked fine.
I swallowed my air,
And took my last glare.
It felt like sharp pine in my mind.

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