For two days I watched a clock on the wall. Every six and a half minutes and only lasting three... my finger on the trigger aching for more. That sigh of relief it scared me good how it hurt me so, how it hurt so good.
The nightmares are gone... rod or bone, what ever is there, the pain remains. It's not enough to call me back to what I had... nights of sweat and horror. I'm scared straight and alive. Itchy trigger finger gone, my healing incisions are itching. I want to walk so bad.
