alone with a metal jacket

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just sitting up late at night and the first stanza popped into my head as I was passing out so I hopped on my laptop and just went from there

Submitted: August 29, 2018

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Submitted: August 29, 2018




I have a friend who’s full of lead

whos lost and lonely like me

One who doesn’t speak in whispers  

But who wants me to be free


He wants to shout sonic sounds

On the inside of my skull

And paint a pretty picture

With a bang, my senses dulled


So he asks of me an answer

And plucks my pained pride

I have to solve the riddle

Where do thoughts go when you die?


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