bongobongo

the man couldn't think
but just a little
eyes blind by prejudice
a quiet home scuttle

he went to the bar
before every night
spending his money
on what isn't right

he struck his children
and beat his wife
what could be done
was not with a gun

he drunk himself silly
and couldn't think
for what happened next
was caused by drink

taking a .45
putting it to her head
he pulls the trigger
son tucked in bed

it'll never be forgotten
the cries of a son
blood running red
spilled by a gun

he wishes for help
only a scream
prays to a god
he hasn't seen

a black shadow approaching
coming through the door
light sorrounding
a devil and more

the man finds a head
his young in bed
and pulls the trigger
sheets run red

the flee of paranoia
red and blue pursueing
sweating bullets
links to a shooting

feverish thoughts
as the axe comes down
he turns to himself
without a doubt

4 shots remaining
a dead mans wish
blaze of glory
the start of a finish

the gun still pointed
in his direction
a man pulls the trigger
without discretion






written by me in a fury of random words, I get prolific all of the sudden to the point I can't write fast enough. thanks for reading guys <3

Mafoo

dark and full of images, nice shit dude.

i feel like you put me in the thoughts of the gunman, nice work

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bongobongo

thanks mafoo that means alot to me, i can't remember the last time I showed someone my work. I have more stuff! I'll show ya

stonerkid

yea thats dope! i was waiting for an author but i guess its bongo!

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Mental

Bongo,

A long time ago I wrote something that would work well with this. I hope you don't mind me adding here, but as I said it makes sense it should work with yours.

Click

Alone so dark
The night so stark
The chamber clicks
as the finger slowly click
the bullet passes
the voices, low and grumbling care coming en masses
The chamber holds but one
The spark that releases a single miniture sun
The revolver clicks
As his mind, and his internal clock steadly ticks
Just one motion
Just one pass
From out of the dark night, come one last bright light
The breath so quick
Deaths final lick
As the night disappears
Another life gone before it's years
No friends to hold
His love grown cold
Never missed
Deaths final kiss

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