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.
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