the gun laying in my hand shaking at the thought in the tunnel of my throat the word of the bullet is caught as the thought slides up into the barrel I descry the reverberation of creeping peril as the pin glides back to eject the casing I embrace the feeling in the memory of my sanity erasing it descends to the floor as I fall to my knees my thought bleeds as my fingers quiver its insanity my mind delivers.
Pushing all my silence into an almost perfect place where echoes bounce off echoes to what I consider grace another bullet in the wind against what slurs my speech barbed wire wrapped around my soul where grace can never reach fortunate to have a heart with short supply of need unfortunate to love a world that suffocates all greed tomorrow holds an angels wing that floats to all I hate and reaches christ with starving crumbs on every empty plate pungent flowers seek the love deserved by everything yet we step on painful scars that helps the demons sing a loving blade against all hope will reconnect the pain and these padded walls that still exist will never leave my brain against the perfect rainbow where death can never lie amongst the bones of fairy tales a short supply to give pieces of my legend will exit through my guilt and every drop of life will live for all the death I split sorrows lie inside my tongue and reconnects with rage as every letter that I write burns off of the page
