#gunpoint
The pain never sets in
and I hope it never will.
But when midnight strikes
and my vision starts to shift.
No more comforting voices
to hold and soothe me.
No more reassurance
no more distractions.
Its at these hours of the night
that I can feel it staring bullets at my back.
And everything that's happened simply starts to collapse.
What's left of my sentient mind can only convulse
as I relive things that are better left unknown.
The misfortune in every coming of age
who would've guessed.
All I can wish at these times is that I were eternally dead.
-Kore
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
anxiety kicks down the door
and holds you at gunpoint-
he, who is the most unforgiving of all,
does not care where you come from,
what you’re doing, who you’re with.
he hijacks the system. he takes over
the plane you were trained to fly. he
is a terrorist who you cannot escape
from and you cannot imprison.
you are not safe in your body.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
he's asked for
a cigarette
but he doesn't smoke
turns out his pockets
and is shot dead
in a pool of misplaced caution
tinged red
veins expelling
voices garbling
until there is darkness
because there is no heaven
and there is no hell
there's only the misplaced caution
of a man who never smoked
in a world of gunpoint and demand.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC