Steps Ascending

steps ascend to a loaded gun. the scent of matches hangs in the air (a lit one flickers out in a hearbeat). we don't want to see this: a flash of light that's letting go of an empty bullet case, by the time it hits the ground, he's out of reach. let go. the wolves are closing in. there's no room left to make amends. do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high? all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, will burn in the fire of our regrets all the time we've wasted, spent fighting, it's blood and it's running down the stairs. freeze the frame between the gun shot and the hole it makes. a spinning bullet waits in the middle. there's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. you can try to understand but I'm giving up. the synapse fires, it's right in time. I'm giving up. this should always stay out of reach I ran down the stairs and into the garden, put both my hands into the soil. in the spring, you will bloom, like her heart, through the blouse, in the back of the ambulance, as it turned and turned in the streets (just one more turn won't you come back to me) as it turned on its red lights, you were turning into red roses but I'm not giving up. 步提升到了膛的枪。比赛的香味挂在空中（点亮1闪烁出了hearbeat ） 。我们不希望看到这样的：一个闪光光的不放空子弹的情况下，通过撞击地面的时候，他够不着。松手。狼都逼近。没有余地来弥补。你还记得当我们想要飞翔的风筝这么高？所有我们已经浪费了时间，花了战斗，将在我们遗憾的火全部，我们已经浪费了时间烧，花了战斗，这是血和它的运行下楼。冻结枪射击和它使得孔之间的帧。一个旋转的子弹等待在中间。有没有办法阻止它，它一定会切中要害。你可以试着去了解，但我放弃了。突触火灾，这是正确的时间。我放弃了。这应该始终保持够不着我跑下楼，进园，把我的双手进入土壤。在春天，你会绽放，像她的心脏，通过上衣，在救护车的后面，因为事实证明，转身在街头（只是多一个回合你会不会回来找我），因为它开启了红灯，你变成红玫瑰，但我不会放弃。