Last Trigger Pull

Back against the wall sores inflames my soul. Tiny pores cutting me loose. I feel like I am hanging on a noose. Water walks through my brain. Feel like a socket on a lonely train. Time to turn loose this trigger and blame the dirty dust that corrodes this rain. Blow the filth away. Ride high and place fingers on holes that left me destroyed by air. What is earth? A lonely piece of worth. When is this disease going to go away? I pull the trigger and end the day. Inside this fast moving bullet an escape artist going mad. I have fled skin disorder an itch that is red. Torn from the inside and out. Twisted about. A bullet in the wind the last trigger boom rigid belief.