disarm raze you disarm the man who means to murder you. in the bedlam of saving your own life, the gun goes off. a bullet burrows itself into the brain of his only friend. guilt gums up the works when you watch him bury the barrel in his mouth and pull the trigger. you lend him your heart. he wields it as a weapon, dealing out damage to anyone unlucky enough to let him into their lives. you drive a fist into his chest. try to take back the muscle that made you move. wet flesh closes around your fingers. you pluck out your eyes for the dead man to have, knowing now he'll see all that alarmed you and will long for a blindness that won't be bought or bartered into being. darkness delivers you from evil, for thine is the kingdom of dreamless sleep. amen. 250606 what's it to you? who go blather from