Chasing Midnight ~ Head-butt a Bullet

Before I head-butt a bullet.

Let me tell you of joyless laughter.
Give me a moment of your drug.

A conversation between friendless lovers.

Laying in Wait.
For one more joy.
No lost time.

All forgotten memories.
Gone and forgotten before the explosion.
One fine morning of sullen solitude.
Gone and forgotten; gravest of joy.

Down.
Down.
Down.

Fallen.

One more shattered skull.
Lost to love.

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