Goddamn this is messy.
This snake inside of me that twits violently, the devil clutching my silver tongue.
What a moment I find myself in:
lost and churning, aching, burning, waiting for a release that never comes.
I stepped into this willingly.
A lamb being lead to slaughter in front of a firing squad.
Snipers aiming at my head and I stand here arms open, feet bound,
and head hung low waiting for that silent trigger.
I don’t even hear it. I don’t even feel it. And here I am.
Heart left splattered on the white bedroom wall.
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