No One Here Gets Out Alive

The lights grew dim
And I am alone
All the noise and the beauty
Stopped by a stone

She wraps her tiny fingers
Around my filthy hand
She knows little of the price you pay
For being the solitary man

I cry in the middle of the night
For nothing makes me smile
Even her sweet laughter
Lets the pain go only for a while

I walk in to the greenhouse
The sweet spring leaves beckon
This last stand would be easy
No heavens or hells to welcome

I take a deep breath, pull the trigger
Let go of the light of day
What world would know me 
Is it better to burn out than to fade away?

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