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Silver Bullets, Broken Dreams

One last time he looked at the photo,
His girl staring back,
He had finished loading,
Beating fast hes heart almost stopped,

Silver bullets Broken Dreams,
What was the price for his failure,
He never did linger on this question,
Now the answer was inside the barrel,

A gust of blew in his through hair,
the boys last letter nearly swept away,
Tears flowed down as memories laughed,
teased and stirred him up,

Silver bullets broken dreams,
All that work only to it to crumble,
He locked himself away,
Nothing but the mistakes he made,
to keep him company,

the boy cocked the hammer,
Against the wind gusted,
The smell of the sea drifted up from below,
the pan hammer struck the cap,
His heart exploded with blood,
the boy admired his blood as he fell,

Silver Bullets, Broken Dreams

MichaelCouacaud

Melbourne, Australia

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Slightly inspired when I was reading a great James Dean bio called Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

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