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Antonio Dec 2015
Help me, can somebody please.
These thoughts that linger in my brain,
They never seem to go away.
Like clouds of smoke in clean, blue air.
They pollute all that is there.
Be it joy, or even pain.
Create a haze, a thick black paste.
That coats my heart, like a plague.
I lived my life
Like a bullet from a gun
Racing down a barrel
From an explosive past
Always smoke and fire and blast
Then I moved on

In my haste racing away
I'm concerned not who
I graze
All my days I came
Crashing into , littered souls
What carnage too

Once I left I was gone
awesome , strong
Hell bent on ways
That destruction sent
Cold steel and
Hot lead

My nerves bled
and others too
Through your flesh and heart
I pierced
With never a thought
Of mercy due

I lived my life
Like a bullet
From a gun
Cold cold steel and
Red hot lead

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