cut.filmstrip.

fucked up now. pulled the trigger too many times. words at over 120 miles an hour. kickback only to come as repercussions. slow and quiet would have won enough sanity to survive. warning bells in the lymph nodes, ringing in the ears. hopes as blank as the bullets. side effects always varied. never a motive for a car crash. head on at the first second; phantoms forever in eternity at the last.

with nothing left to hope for. cut throat by secret glances.
losing everything that i knew. blood loss overflowing.
i cant smile when you're around. brain stopped functioning.
light up the room with silence. heart barely beating.
my secrets spilled over a loudspeaker. lungs barely breathing.
everything to lose in having nothing. nerves one final slip.