soaked myself in gasoline
Surrounded by propane
In my pocket are the matches
Insanity inside my brain
Even if the families sleeping
I tired of thingsThat are keeping
me up like its cocaine
I grab the match
I hold it still
With my last breath i sang
For the whole house to here
Let's go out with a bang
- Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 25th, 2022 14:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 22
Comments2
WOW, this really took me by surprise, haha, I mean that would literally be going out with a bang for sure
Thank you for your addition to the fusion
This really blows my mind,pun intended, hahahahaha
Thank you for inviting me
I dig this, I just hope it reflects your poetic imagination and that your middle name is not Nostradamus or some kind of prophet ..... Neville
thank you and I dig your humor it's the kind of humor that only those with a certain knowledge will understand much like my work
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