Well, that right. I'm not here anymore, but I leave a poem in farewell... Why this one? I don't know, actually ^^;; but, I no longer consider myself part of Solemn lines... Sorry. And while I could just report to another member, I think it'll make a bigger impact when they realize I've been gone for a long, long time ^_^ after all, I had something like 20 poems on there, and I believe I'm still listed as having 5 ^_^ And it's been listed as such for a loonnnngggg time. As of today, 10/24/06, I'm no longer part of Solemn Lines... Sorry to those of my friends who happen to be members ^^;;

Conscience

Sitting in the dark, leaning against a wall
he shifts his gun, and wishes he could forget it all
three bodies lie on the floor with only himself to blame
one is but a child; it can never be the same

the old sister huddles in the corner, her eyes shut tight
his only hostage, crying unseen tears in the shadows of night
all these dead, and the lifeless in the other room
his blind greed had brought about their doom

the only lights came from the many shattered windows
as the sounds of sirens filter in, he knows that there's nowhere left to go
all for some money, and a better life
he had killed a child, an elder, and someone's wife

there were still so many other dead
but it was all a blur, and over his head
all he could think was that he'd gone too far
and that it'd be no use now to wish upon a star

simple thoughts, and grand understatements
it was nearing the finish, and these were just more hints
it was time he stop pretending
he knows his tale is meant to have the classic ending

he points the gun between his eyes
says a prayer, and gets ready to die
he pulls the trigger, and hears himself scream
and as he opens his eyes, he realizes it was all a dream