PUNCTURE

The distant whisper calls my name
Daylight wakes the ghost.

To make this take this all in"vein"
increase the average dose.

Conversations with my gun
whom now is my best friend.

Seem to falsify the tongue
to only talk of death.

I bleed the lies I cannot hide
When God sends me the shadow

The wounds I make are ways inside
absorbing pain like black holes.

This false delight easily controls
and blinds me to what is real.

Until myself is questionable...
Am I really here?