End of the barrel.

The words are every inspiration in the world,


My peace in conversations…
… Yet the pain lingers so close,

Me life in the fairy tales,
The ox and the snake,


This poison from a creature, no back bone,
Just the tough skin and her venoms fangs…..

Ruff hide and the look… of a…… faceless…..
With …horns and ….. And….a fresh breath…..of…….


Slip and splash….

Crash from the fog with a small sprinkle of the cold morning dew.

One footed, a climb through the snow,
Don’t build me up to the UN foreseen bliss of …….

Round and around through the blind spot of my thoughts

I’ll stop this….
Candy from the cruelest steps…. To the bottom……
…this taste always remains the sweetest….

….from the end of the barrel….