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Bitten down
Cold to rattle my teeth
Hard to break them on in seethe
The only difference between you and a gun
Is the taste you leave on my toung

Gag, a refusal of refuse you demand I swallow
A bullet unbitten leaves my head hollow
Blank thought fiers from barrel nothing chambered to follow
Yet metallic click hammer hits and I sink in pitiful thoughts and wallow

Ambulance take me to the table
Doctor fix me if you're able
For I've lost my head and I'm far from stable
Further I drift from interpretable

I'm a glutton for gauze and suture
Ten of swords draws near in my future
My thoughts settle on his metals and I taste copper and thirst for his pennies
Because at my core I'm just a moocher

© Artemis' Arrow