-OWL FARM-
It was only the second month
Into a brand new year (2005)
He always had a plan to escape
Just didn’t yet know the time or place
Living longer than he intended to
It would be a well thought out idea,
That then became his final plan.
He finally grew weary being
In front of the crowds
Answering the same questions
Time and time again.
Many would say:
He lived his life profoundly.
In his own words:
“Too weird to live, Too rare to die”
Who knew that one day
That it would ring true.
The words he wrote;
Astounded many while,
At the same time making
Others quite curious.
Grabbing the shot gun from
Out of the closet in his office.
He places a single bullet into
The barrel of the gun.
As all the memories start
Flooding into his mind.
Contemplating his life.
This would be the final
Time he will shot his gun.
Picking up the telephone
To say his final goodbyes.
Written By: MISS COREY
It was only the second month
Into a brand new year (2005)
He always had a plan to escape
Just didn’t yet know the time or place
Living longer than he intended to
It would be a well thought out idea,
That then became his final plan.
He finally grew weary being
In front of the crowds
Answering the same questions
Time and time again.
Many would say:
He lived his life profoundly.
In his own words:
“Too weird to live, Too rare to die”
Who knew that one day
That it would ring true.
The words he wrote;
Astounded many while,
At the same time making
Others quite curious.
Grabbing the shot gun from
Out of the closet in his office.
He places a single bullet into
The barrel of the gun.
As all the memories start
Flooding into his mind.
Contemplating his life.
This would be the final
Time he will shot his gun.
Picking up the telephone
To say his final goodbyes.
Written By: MISS COREY
