Covered in chalk and gunshot residue.


So I finally traced the smoking gun back to my door, I got so caught up in falling asleep in the chalk outline of the victim I Inhabit that it somehow escaped my attention that I was the mastermind of my own destruction,

Standing so far apart from the person that I used to be and so unaware of the path I traveled that I stalked my own existence waiting for an opportunity to lay myself at your feet with a weapon that I created from the insecurities that plagued my unfulfilled everyday desideratum,

Desperation was the the monster I created and you feed it so eloquently, It pains me that I needed you to set me free to realise the corruption that had taken hold of my soul, it sickens me to admit that I never had the courage to pull the trigger myself.

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