Eulogy for One
By Christopher Ferguson

I must be going crazy
Since no one talks to me
While my soul is gone
Lost in a sea of insanity.

I must be going crazy
While hanging from a tree
Just like a bloody corpse
Why don’t you spit on me?

I must be going crazy
With a split ironic view
For you created me
To destroy the rest of you.

I must be going crazy
From knowing from the start
It’s hard to live a life
With a bullet in your heart.

I must be going crazy
From all the senseless lying
Save me from myself
As I lay here dying.

I must be going crazy
In an end without a choice
I can see your mouth is moving
But I can’t hear your voice.

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