Friday, April 6, 2018

Marksman

I’m the mark and the marksman 
I’m the storm and the victim . 
I’m the leader and I’m falling . 

Into your transgression . 
There’s a light seeping through 
This darkness 

I feel the harness unchained 
And reminisced 
As I drowned and find new life 

In the mourning I search for answers 
Mascara covers my face 
My heart beats under wet fingers 

Clutching onto yesterday 
And setting it on fire . 

It’s the drive 
It’s the night under the stars 
It’s the gun to my head 
It’s the trigger you pulled 
It’s the notes left under my blankets 

It’s the power I’m taking back . 

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