My Ruins Are Destroyed

My friends are dying,
naively unprepared
for the war of the psyche
which now exists.

My bombshell empty.
I don't want nothin,
I don't need, I don't.

Madness undenied, I grow
angry with myself, my home.
Triggered to ignite, I blast
lead from my heart...

...and a succubus
returns the shrapnel love;
a haunting from a past life,
when a charred cat made
away with my dreams.

- John Lunar Richey



Credits
Writer(s): Robert John Musso, John Richey
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