i wonder how i'd look with a gun in my mouth.when the cursor in a display is the only light in sight now. the walls are colliding on another woman's laundry.the home that turned against me; house of cards and poetry.but a melody is elsewhere and i know where i'm heading.too late to be anywhere, the only place is elsewhere than here.
point the gun elsewhere than my mouth.
point the gun inside out.
point the gun elsewhere than my mouth.
point the gun over and out.
i'm not in charge and asleep is at peace.while shouting and screaming out my lungs in heartbeats.
i don't care and don't hereby, foundation is nowhere:lost its touch of ground nearby, when confession brought a suicide.one should lose ability and guilt's as charged obscurity;when not being anywhere, the only place is elsewhere than here.
point the gun...
