Rigid drops of shallow rain
Takes some time to ease the pain
Walking down third avenue
Nothing left to do
Pulled the pistol from his pocket
Looked inside his golden locket
Pulled it from his ivory neck
Nothing left to do but say
Goodbye...
Looked inside the baker's window
Saw the grieving lonely widow
Thought of her and how she'd cry
And felt the last drop in the sky
Walked a bit until the silence
Got to him, unnerved his patience
Wrote a sonnet in his head
And with the last note he was dead...
People looked and shook their heads
"Look at that, another one dead!
Lonely freaks, what's with kids these days?
Them and their unruly ways..."
And soft and lonely she sees him there
And gently touches his cold-set hair
And cried a bit but gives a sigh...
"Hope it's better now...wish that you'd tried..."
She walked on home and closed the door
Left him laying there forevermore
And God gave grivance, the only one
Who felt any pity for his son...
And dead on the sidewalk
Lost in confusion
The world is such a
Painful illusion
Oh, for the love that he never knew...
Oh, for the love he deserved.
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