Butane

Hopeless, Fearing

Everything you stood 

Abuse, blood, and gore,

But I.. Cannot.... let you see me

Feeling this weak. 

Inside, you're blind

You never realized

The tears that I cried

But please

release

Me from this hell,

I'm not for sell. 

High, Burn out

Never lasts long, 

Now that I'm gone. 

So light 

the night

With yellow smoke

and Butane hopes.

The End

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