no pain:no pain:no pain- to the vein of yourself
like a gun in my mouth: trigger:release- and in a .flash. [it's over]

life- or what we once perceived as such:futile it seemed
dreams broke.n/ shattered into tiny pieces of static-cling psuedo.reality
nothingmore:nothingless - forget what's been said
and say it again. because nothing is cliche when you're dead

an insignificant cross/road- humbled and tossed aside
a figment of what can be lost. and what can be lost is nothing. not anymore
dried up- on the floor and bored into. like a fleeting glance
a freeing glance of almost nevers and [always] tomorrows
-it's always tomorrow. until tomorrow is yesterday
bite the bullet. and kiss eternity


smoke filled lungs and a wall painted red- textured to match
this is life- what it is seen as:futile as it is

open your mouth now- and taste forever