i don't know if i can go on like this
with a gunshot wound
deep inside my chest
and have to just try and pretend
it wasn't you
not your gunpowder laced lips

we all know what a bullet does
when it pierces bone
when it travels through your lungs
so my mouth collapses shut
empty air just flows
and silences my tongue

so you've finally done with words
what you couldn't do
with hands & blades & burns
and now i will never stir
i'll just think of you
as my skin absorbs the dirt