ii. freeshooter
gravity is defied
and i am soaring.
hiding behind,
the jokes,
the laughter.
when really,
i am grounded.
vanquished.
lost to the night.
a victim to false loyalty.
i point the gun at my chest,
ready
aim,
fire.
i don't exist.
it doesn't hurt.
it doesn't hurt.
because my heart is void.
i am nothing.
