I blew my brains out with a pistol

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I blew my brains out with a pistol...

A pretty pistol... my blood,

Tears of the butterfly,

Winging their way,

Onto the sweet backdrop

Of a filthy aged wall.

My stance a wreck,

My body falling, but always

My bloody silhouette

Laying,

Still,

And strong

Upon where,

I,

Blew my brains out…

Author's Note

Be kind..:}