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 Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2022 14:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • blue orchid

    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

  • Neville

    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

    • MR.apocalypse

      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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