Gun
I keep it near me
til my strength grows
from what closes on me
the things that it knows
suffocating
I feel it encroach
I reach my hand out
in the anger flows
griped knuckle white
to what I need most
I draw in its hate
and pull in more close
I aim for the eye
above the bull's nose
with the click of the trigger
my fear just explodes
Style / Type:
freeform
Language:
English



