New home

I’ve found. That you’re useless.
There is nothing left in me.
I’ve found. Who abused this
And crossed all my dreams.

His name is on the table.
He has blue label on.
He was mentioned in fables,
That ends with cry and doom.

Two shots like shiny bullets
Are going trough my head,
Carrying out the secrets
Until you’ll find me dead.

I’ve wrote a tiny message,
Not sure if it explains,
How wall become a new home
For my infected brains.

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