there was a gun on my table
lying there, silver and charcoal,
begging me to feel it's trigger.
I've waited a long time for this,
but I cannot bring myself to
take the opportunity to
grab the gun and
put it on my
temple and
let the sound ring throughout
the entire universe.

I am surely tempted,
but I have made far too many promises
to let this temptation get the best of me.