This dream worked paradise built on southern myth
Collapsed the other night, I’m sure.
Floorboards drenched in gasoline,
Burnt to embers in a seconds fifth.
A devote wife seen to be impure
Stricken dead by the last shell in a magazine.
The silhouette of a hollow soul
Took to dragging out her man.
He’s brought about betrothed in atonement
The latter half feeling hardly whole
He speaks soft words to his beloved Anne
Departure leaves no postponement.
Barrel presses in on the underside of his ear.
Carrying the sulfur scent that killed his love
He hears the trigger click, silence from the gun
No deafening boom for all to hear.
Takes the demon down with no more than a shove.
On the ground bellow stands his lover’s son.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
This dream worked paradise built on southern myth
Collapsed the other night, I’m sure.
Floorboards drenched in gasoline,
Burnt to embers in a seconds fifth.
A devote wife seen to be impure
Stricken dead by the last shell in a magazine.
The silhouette of a hollow soul
Took to dragging out her man.
He’s brought about betrothed in atonement
The latter half feeling hardly whole
He speaks soft words to his beloved Anne
Departure leaves no postponement.
Barrel presses in on the underside of his ear.
Carrying the sulfur scent that killed his love
He hears the trigger click, silence from the gun
No deafening boom for all to hear.
Takes the demon down with no more than a shove.
On the ground bellow stands his lover’s son.
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