Every day clicks by
not a clock,
but a revolver
For every click
A click I wish.
The click rings in my head,
right next to my ears, blood red.
hoping its real, I clench,
"Biting the bullet", I flinch
I wish.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
Every day clicks by
not a clock,
but a revolver
For every click
A click I wish.
The click rings in my head,
right next to my ears, blood red.
hoping its real, I clench,
"Biting the bullet", I flinch
I wish.