Sweat drips,
Hearts beat
Decisions falter
And the weakening vigour of my ego drops.
“Won’t be me”
Assurances that can’t be felt
There are six barrels and one bullet.
Beatings rain down
Wrong move
Crack.
Wasn’t me.
Tears sting
Pulse drops
Thoughts suffer
And the relief of my suffering ego sighs
“Can’t be me”
A denying urge not quite believed
There are five barrels and one bullet
Bruises kiss my skin
Blood pours
Crack
Wasn’t me.
Scars shine
Beats get thicker
Faith erupts
And the disruption of my ego remains
“Won’t be me”
Positivity that can’t quite be sustained
There are four barrels and one bullet.
Skin slices
Ripping painfully
Crack
Wasn’t me.
Fingers grip
Breaths quicken
Images flash
And the suffering of my ego is evident
“Can’t be me”
Hoping against blind reason
There are three barrels and one bullet
Wounds swell
Painful tenderness
Crack
Wasn’t me.
Sobs control
Empty heart
Nightmares screech
And the remnants of my ego search for a home
“It might be me”
An understanding of inevitability
There are two barrels and one bullet
Bones snap
Muscles destroyed
Crack.
It’s always me.
