Pulling the trigger. A shot would fire then he'd wake. To red lips above him smeared. With scorn and stale restraint. . She covered him with pity. Like a snake about to strike.
Now that I've worn out, I've worn out the world. I'm on my knees in fascination looking through the night. And the moons never seen me before. But I'm reflecting light.
Building cage I can only study the blame. I can think of a word for myself but no name. Question darts throw me to the dogs of progress. But they run from what really matters.