#revolver
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
The darker the darkness,
the crazier the thoughts.
That little piece of meat,
a sectioned off part of my brain breeds pain.
It specializes in it
and in reminders.
Like a calendar
but this one ties you in
your own personal electric chair.
Each reminder,
Each charge,
Each word
reverberates throughout your entire body.
It brings pain.
Brain pain,
the only thing I truly know.
The only thing I was force to learn.
I wish I could unlearn the things in my brain,
remove the whole thing
and start from scratch.
Must find a way out,
Need to find my way out
of this inescapable maze of my mind.
Even if all that is left to remember me by
is a splatter on a wall.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
Deep connections are made
Labels cut them like a blade
They say I have abandonment issues
Is it so wrong to miss you?
They say I'm co-dependent
And I should be mo' repentant
But I am the moon
And you are the Earth
And our love is the sun
Unfortunately
Here in the logical place
Everything revolves around the revolver
A religion of hate
Enforced by the state
We live in a world that makes us love to feel ashamed
And ashamed to feel love
Then the name of the game
Becomes watching the shame light a flame
In the fires of passion
Our love burns
Like a matchstick
But then the fire runs out
Our love sputters from the spout
And I'm stuck cleaning your extinguished rubble
The steam rises from my heart
Like the smoke from a revolver
I never meant to involve you
In the maze of my desires
One path led to you
The other was where I retired
To contemplate my life
And those that hate me
They are the sun
And I am the Earth
Their hatred is my moon and it revolves around me constantly
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
I've inherited a loaded revolver
from my dear ole father
Each .375 has its own name
apathy covetousness
cowardice misanthrope
misogyny narcissist
Pa shot himself
Ma never taught me how to unload a gun
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
Rogers Lason: Horse: Shy Raven..
At long last I can be at peace.. And my peace is not having peace.. I hunt this side of the world as 1 of 4.. I have not run into any of the other 3.. I must say, they must have something in common to me.. Reguardless, I will hunt the hellshadow.. Thats what I call them.. I have become part of an order that has hunted these nightmares throughout the ages.. This is my first entry into the Hyperion Archive..
Day 1, Year 1889, Month 10..
Weapons: 2x U.S. Revolver, Caliber .38, M1892
Helios transformmation
2X U.S. Revolver, Hyper automatic Leviathan wave series S.AWAY..
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke
A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground
Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Empty shells
Filled with hurt
I load them all
And go bezerk
Hold the revolver
To my head
How much pain
Until I'm dead?
Every day
I reload
This empty shells
I unload
Listen to them click
To the floor
Wondering if I
Can take it anymore!
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
I'm high on gun
High for fun
'Tis no joke, no pun
To be higher than the sun.
Symmetrically-balanced
In my right hand
Laws of physics and science
I do not understand.
Recoil, reload
Revolve around a barrel
Gunpowder, ash,
Blood-stained apparel.
I'm high on gun
So high on my horse
I'm high for fun
Scratchy larynx, voice hoarse.
I'm high on gun
Shooting at random
Don't care who I hit
But wait! Now I'm crammed in.
This purgatory.
This purgatory.
But wait!
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC