I woke up to a massacre
I closed my eyes and waited for
Another fate than what awaited me
I could not guess what I had done
To dream the wrong end of a gun
(The living lure much more than I can flee.)
I'm sure it all began more civilly
With a note, perhaps: "Will you marry me?"
From an Elvis song, or from your first dead baby
I want to live, but I can't sing.
Just leave me at that. Leave me everything.
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