as we fall

trigger-happy

too many triggers,
not enough fingers.

call me a coward for dropping the knife
or fumbling the gun
or shutting off the screaming car,

but i call myself dead anyway.

you, my friend, are the trigger-happy
snake
that worms it's way into my ears,
your raspy voice muttering quietly,
so as not to disturb the sleeping cat,
what to do; who to kill; where to shoot.

you were the one who taught me
where to slice so it won't hurt,
where to shoot so i won't miss,
where to jump so it will be quick.

i listen, again and again,
falsely believing you care,
and i die over and over, slowly,
painfully, even though you promised
it wouldn't hurt.

it's never enough for you;
you want the pain, you crave the kick
of the shotgun:

trigger-happy.

..............................
ok, Trapped In Her Own Game by kfxinfinity is TOO funny for me to handle right now
*dies of laughter*
<3