The pistol is shaking in my hand
This blood all over your hair
Does it make it easier for you to understand?
The way you smile, how do you dare?
The way your claws curve perfect hearts on my back
The gun shakes just like that
The barrel is too empty
So used up, so rusted with us
You stand still, but you expect me...
I'm so overdone, flat-faced on the ground.
The angry portions of the ocean are bleeding in me
It's been ages since I could understand your sound.
The skeletons in the closet are breathing underneath
Seeping right through me. Weeping my dreamy screams.
Then your blood erupts from the gun
Slowly tailing out, some love.
Acrid, acidic, raided, afraid.
Destroyed upon the bullets
The bang, how could I do this?
You walk slowly to me.
The blood, the gun, the stains fade
You hug me, but you can't see-
can't feel this acidic taste
Freddy Ibarra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acidic-2/
