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MY GUN NFT MUSIC POEM
🎵My Gun🎶
Minted Oct 5, 2025 10 editions
The fever breaks. The screaming in the head at last decides it would rather be dead.
The war is lost within the walls of skin; you stop the fight and let the silence in.
This is the peace of blood that starts to cool, a sunken thing in a forgotten pool.
The muscles slacken, letting go of strain, like sudden earth accepting heavy rain.
It is the calm that follows the last blow, the quiet found in marrow, deep and slow.
No gentle thing, but heavy and complete, the concrete stillness of a city street, at 4 AM, abandoned and immense, a hollow chamber, emptied of all sense.
So breathe the ash. Let numbness be your creed. It is the peace of a well-tended weed, that chokes the garden, patient and profound.
The muffled, final, satisfying sound, of giving up. The anchor in the mud. The perfect, tranquil absence in the blood.
Dogma there is no we in I, I love you I love you no more I hate you yes peace I hate you no more This is the piece
Peace.
Poem by db 2025nft Art by TheAiCollective.art Music by Astronaut SHE @ astronautshe.com Commercial License - All Rights Reserved 2025.
