If you want we can walk, nI know a great little place where we can overwhelm ourselves in trophy words, nEnough to confuse, disorient and forget relevance. nIt holds its bearing like a concubine. nI will twist the letters so you can see, decode my metaphors and nerve endings; nCut away the filler so that you can understand me. nIt was never said and it was never heard. nIt was just four letters barely even a word. nAlmost like a shotgun wedding with a shotgun ending and the bullet casing around her finger. nThe nervousness will set in and he will try to run. nHe's got bullets in his stomach and butterflies in his gun. nIt doesnt matter if you're playing dead when nobody cares if you're alive. nYou broke your heart and now its bleeding on my shoes. nCompassion never reminded me of you.