Ok, this came from a prompt from Butterflies of Beauty. It WOULD have been a John poem, but instead you get this. Enjoy!

I own nothing

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The moon
It watches
It waits

Silver orb
Hanging in the sky
Patient

And still I hope
I dream
Of redemption

It's hooking me in
I'm losing control
Losing myself

I'm asking
Begging
Pleading

For you to free
Me and my soul
And I know

That killing me
Will also kill you
But please

Just shoot
If silver moon is life
Then silver bullet is death.

And I welcome it

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OK, just so people know, I'm giving myself no more than 10 minutes per poem, so these are all spontaneous and off the top of my head. Which is why some are terrible and badly written. I kinda like this one though.

An easy one to guess. I think anyway.