Quick Draw

Quick Draw

So she clinged to the gun smoke
A rise to the occasion
The lick to the open bullet hole was the garnished poison
Taste so warm, felt so sweet
Full lips dripping peaceful sin
She thanks the warm metal for the passionate release
The lady speaks......Well done, we've been there before & 10 times over.....she has been saved
The healing comes not in the morning but when she realized it was my turn get rid of her. My one...the one. I heal....she drops....seasons change...
I speak.....What wrong my love? My air? My water? We prepared for this.......she hands me our brain, i hug that sweet chilled metal
I drink the poison from her fulness & i remember our life. She is frozen. My fresh release will be her bullet hole...she saved me because this is our forever. She is my negativity & I'm letting her go
I am my survival and I'm dying slow
So i used the cold brain & blast.....the peaceful sin. The revisit to this sanity is my day to day. I've been here before & 10 times over.