[Bang!]

He was so dramatic

Standing in front of the mirror

Wearing his best black suit

With red rose in the buttonhole

He placed the instrument in his mouth

And waited until it gets warm and ready

Smiling to himself with the distraction

Of a person who doesn’t feel anymore.

He pulled the trigger suddenly

And fell like a jacket

Dropped from someone’s shoulders

But his bare soul stayed there

In front of the truthful mirror

Nodding its head and smiling with predomination

Getting lighter and lighter

With every passing minute

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