This gun to the temple of my dome
I am faced with a single question
*Should I shoot?
Or let fly the words just uttered?*
The mouth of the devil’s minion lies open
nagging
and picking
picking
and nagging
at a lost cause - a deaf cause
And Yet
it feels
it angers
it rages
no longer containable
it erupts
no clip for a gun
only bullets of air
air of truth
and so
I choose
and before I think
TRIGGER
a crescendo of cacophony
HATE
A tear falls. The truth escapes. A jaw drops.
she did it to herself
all those years of nonstop badgering
she did it to herself
all those years of hypocrisy and disrespect
she did it to herself
blood flows from her eyes for my pleasure
a stream of emotion dammed by emptiness
she did it to herself
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
This gun to the temple of my dome
I am faced with a single question
*Should I shoot?
Or let fly the words just uttered?*
The mouth of the devil’s minion lies open
nagging
and picking
picking
and nagging
at a lost cause - a deaf cause
And Yet
it feels
it angers
it rages
no longer containable
it erupts
no clip for a gun
only bullets of air
air of truth
and so
I choose
and before I think
TRIGGER
a crescendo of cacophony
HATE
A tear falls. The truth escapes. A jaw drops.
she did it to herself
all those years of nonstop badgering
she did it to herself
all those years of hypocrisy and disrespect
she did it to herself
blood flows from her eyes for my pleasure
a stream of emotion dammed by emptiness
she did it to herself
Kicking it old skool taking it back to '07. The biggest fight I ever had with my mom.
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