Italian Sonnet

What happened to me, why am I gone?
Has something been done, Is there
something wrong?
I see nothing has been won, So I must
be strong
Is someone there; Is there a gun?
Put the barrel in my mouth, Now my
time is done.
If anything should leave, I think it
should be you
There’s nothing wrong with me
But everything’s wrong with you
Now I lay here dead, As the sun rises
to dawn.

How is there always a
misunderstanding?
Unspoken words, Shouts and fights
They all come out in one ugly landing
Oh how I dream of kings, swords, and
knights
And in front of a cathedral in white I am
standing
‘Till death do us part, I’d say those
words are my rights