Soft set sunrise decays in my mouth like a slipstream of toxicity
Delivering arsenic to the dry lips of my face
I gasp on the acids that I daily take,
Just a false messiah to the love that I embody so freely
Each cannon ball body part heaves under my tombstone torso,
Unburied without gunpowder, and no propulsion to move to.
Wind whipped and sand sipped, the grains slip down my throat,
And atom by atom, it echoes away, like a revolver ready to choke.