The pistol is shaking in my hand <br />This blood all over your hair <br />Does it make it easier for you to understand? <br />The way you smile, how do you dare? <br />The way your claws curve perfect hearts on my back <br />The gun shakes just like that <br />The barrel is too empty <br />So used up, so rusted with us <br />You stand still, but you expect me... <br /> <br />I'm so overdone, flat-faced on the ground. <br />The angry portions of the ocean are bleeding in me <br />It's been ages since I could understand your sound. <br />The skeletons in the closet are breathing underneath <br />Seeping right through me. Weeping my dreamy screams. <br />Then your blood erupts from the gun <br />Slowly tailing out, some love. <br />Acrid, acidic, raided, afraid. <br /> <br />Destroyed upon the bullets <br />The bang, how could I do this? <br />You walk slowly to me. <br />The blood, the gun, the stains fade <br />You hug me, but you can't see- <br />can't feel this acidic taste <br /><br />Freddy Ibarra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acidic-2/
