Gasp

Gasp by Jack A.S. Dunce I'll take all of the blame, And even all the shame. My words carry no weight; No point for this debate. Sentenced with all the damned, I rather I be hanged. I'm tired of fighting fate, I'm dead at any rate. It seems to be that way, Each second of the day. Where am I still heading, When I'm barely breathing? --🏵️-- ©️pgmr 01/04/2026