Little Mistake

You'll spread the secret up six ways. You'll shoot me dead. Cover up everything, like it never existed. Then live every day the same. Melancholy will engulf every aspect of your being. You'll seek help, asking experts to help, yet giving no explanations to your silence. You'll regret it all.
   So hustle, hustle, hustle. Hurry up and finish out your miserable life. Hope it was worth it, that one bullet. Because when you dug my grave, you signed your sentence. I died once, you shall die everyday for the rest of your life.

-Sincerely yours

Conscience