I am a machine gun
Not ready
But I'm fired anyways
I am the back fire
The back of the minds eternal guilt
And as I drink
I am the fire
Sliding down my throat
Into the pits of false security
I am the cold sweats
The too fast reflex
I am the fear in her eyes
I am the hole in my chest
The grey matter in the soul
I am a weapon
I am the target


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