ammunition raze you can break the hands of time you can bend them back just far enough to harness a temporary grace it will fade and it will falter soon to be replaced with a kind of tenderness that cloaks itself in hate i am wondering i am waiting waiting for a sign to pull itself up from the dirt and impale me with its sharper edges as the capillary blood fills my lidless eyes i will sit with both legs crossed dreaming i can fly well, i believe in love_at_first_bullet piercing the windpipe but missing the gullet distance won't do a damn thing to dull it do you believe in love_at_first_bullet? well, i believe that pain conquers pleasure but i can't draw you a map to the treasure there is no treatment for your condition haven't you heard? it's a war of attrition 130309 what's it to you? who go blather from