~Gunshot Thought~
A gunshot thought
And my mind spills on paper.
Blue blood from my finger
Hands grey with matter.
I read the splatter
See my voice in horror.
Bloody poems
Read
Reveal what I've said
Deep within my head,
While the exiting wounds bled.
I'm as heavy as lead,
And my dreams are dead.
Without gasping a last breath,
My eyes roll back instead.
By: Sean O'Mara.








Devious Comments
and cheers on the
-Az
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A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Moony and Padfoot! Fighting apparitions one ghost at a time. You confuse them with long sentences, and while they are befuddled I slap them like a girl. What do you say? I think we've a career in it.
-Az
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A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
--
Always remember: you're unique, just like everybody else.
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conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Moony and Padfoot! Fighting apparitions one ghost at a time. You confuse them with long sentences, and while they are befuddled I slap them like a girl. What do you say? I think we've a career in it.
Your signature isn't too bad either!
Also, Cheers on the
-Az
--
A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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we are all dreams in the void and everything we imagine is real.
~a.a. attanasio
-Az
--
A man's home is his skull. -Sean O'Mara
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