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Skin flushed with dew
Blood racing to beat the scattered mind
Nails scoring fresh paths
That on later nights quieted by our breathing
Tender whispers will follow
No longer lost
Yet not found.
To put it simply
I made a discovery

Those dreams we all have
Where we wish to scream
And the shriek holds in our chest and throat
And the pressure builds until we’re scared we will shatter
And no matter how loud we try to be
Our cries fall on deaf ears

My discovery
To put it simply

Was

This is my life

The pressure in my chest
Follows me into the waking world
And no matter how loud I want to scream
It will all be in vain
As it is silent
So I simply wait
For this void in my being

To engulf
Me
Whole
Dream with the gun
Next to your temple
Let it’s barrel be that of a lover’s touch
Let it’s trigger awake a thousand stars
And when your tears drain scarlet
Remember
You are simply one of many
That none would listen to

Dream with the gun
Next to your heart
Every ache
And misperception
Through a hollow chest shall resonate
A beating indicator
That will fall silent
In the shadows of yonder

Dream with the gun
Next to your hands
For opportunity is like the dawn
Her rosy fingers playing
She will call when ready
And all must answer her salute
Blacked eyes and hollow dreams
All for the taking

Dream with the gun
Next to you
Sharp metallic scent
Cold promises
Yet retribution
And upon the night
When so many refuse to acknowledge
Sleep.

— The End —