Sweet bullets
by Caldera· from Free Will Is A Joke
For a while i have been looking down the barrel of a narcotig gun.
I saw sweet bullets, stacked up in there. I knew they would make me kneel.
I saw sweet bullets smiling in there. I knew they would make me escape.
I saw sweet bullets burning in there. I knew they would make deep wounds.
My finger on the trigger was spastically paralyzed. I kept on shooting and shooting and i got overwhelmed. Sweet bullets make deep wounds. A bowl of cream and strawberries is still in the fridge. I slowly let them rot to keep myself stupefied. Five in the morning and still can't get any sleep. I keep myself awake to avoid another nightmare. Acting like royalties. Invulnerable. While glasses got empty. Cartridge's got filled. When will this end?