Over the Limit

A handful of bullets and I'm driving.

Can't be informed of my destination but I'm told how to get there.

I'm falling in,

burning out, sunken thin,

losing count;

days without ends.

Exhaustion's thin veil

deafening me to my choices,

the truth, the real;

and I've pushed all away.

It's dragged me down alone.

Company I'd blemish.

I'll take this on my own.

I have a handful of bullets,

and i'm driving

Can't be informed of my destination,

instructed where to go.

I'm tripping over rocks at the bottom. ,

can't foresee reality,

in front of me,

Ignoring what I know.

My hand full of bullets pointing;

the end is what they show.

I'm numb, dumb,nu...NO;

IM DONE

I go!

My handful of bullets knows.

And I'm driving.

I'm racing to the brink to force dividing.

Envisioning division,

subtracting myself from

my sadistic situation.

This affiliation will ultimately lead to my end.

Unless My hand

Unless i load

These bullets

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feeling alive

my hand is free

This handle is warm.

I can RUN

after

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Ive tried

To release,

the trigger

to blow away these demons by which i'm run.