skull kissed bullet lullaby

skull kissed bullet lullaby.
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on september 8th
2013, my brother
kissed a bullet with
his skull.

he always
had an odd romance
with death.

(and never believed
in things like human
souls.)

i cant remember
the last thing he said
to me, because i was
blasted...

but,

I know that he called.

(probably to lament
his misery, and remind
me how all good men
fall.)

it was his idea...
to ...
burn the midnight
muse in me,

to..
show the world
how sick it was,
and reveal how
I (by extension)
am simply in the
lead.
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theres really no
need for prophets
anymore,

because every
man
is a prophet unto
himself...

trying to open
heavens door,

but more often
peering in the
Cellar of Hell.

(so easy to..
confuse the two.)

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on september 8th
2013 the memory
of true loss first
entered my skull...

and..
i have this sick
romance with
death.

(which stains my
very soul.)

j.stephen.h.
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note: this is based upon
a true story that i wish was
not a true story.

R.I.P

Donovon.