Unloaded

I’m in the middle
Of a fatal head wound
Inflicted when I was born
All I need is to pull my trigger
A silent shot
I am no more
Don’t really want to do that
Sometimes I wonder
How I’ve hung on
While you’re with me
Listen to the things I have done
Don’t let me start confusing
The past
For pain to come
I still gotta find the bullet
Load up
Then I’m done
So when you see me raging
Just remember
What I’ve said before
The trigger is my hand
I’m the gun

© 2005, Mosquitobyte