Salty trigger

I´m the salty trigger.
And the guns this life.
As I tangle with esoteric webs and signs.
Breaking your reactions, Colliding with your spine.
With your good judgement.
Grinding on the floppy ventricles of you heart.
Digging down into your organs,  like the very bullet you provoked by pulling me.
The steel twig shining in the daylight, smirking in the moon light.
I´m the narrow connection between this life and the next.
Stained with sweat, calling the chambers.
Getting cocky off the sweet scent of fate.