i am a gun waiting to be triggered shooting bullets of my words into the air. when i empty my clip, i breath deep into my lungs to reload. i am the problem and the solution. i am a contradiction of bittersweet revenge. i am fought over and fought with, i am danger in the wrong hands safety in the right. i am a childish toy without retribution, a lethal instrument playing the most sorrowful of music i change from day to stay never the same. so tell me this: are you feeling lucky?