With my finger on the trigger
And the muzzle in my mouth,
How I hate the taste of metal,
Yet I don't want to take it out.
It only takes an instant,
For the shit to hit the fan,
But it takes a man a lifetime
To become a proper man.
My eyeballs they still tremor,
When I treble my minds shape,
But I'm running out of angles,
As there's nothing left to take.
Just the poison and the bullet,
Or the needle and a knife.
The ropes already got me
As I'm all tied up in life.
But the bullets just to quick
And the knife just makes a mess,
So I pickle minds insides,
Until this shit spills out my pen.
And the pins already had me,
Filled my blood with beads of black.
It made its point quite sharply,
And then led my mind to crack.
No this life will never break me,
Never take my mind to two,
For the people who may hate me,
Need the knife and bullet too.
Got my corner of redemption
All sewn up in seeds of fate,
We can't change what yet may happen,
Only steer our hearts from hate.
With my finger on the trigger
And the muzzle in my mouth,
But there's nothing in the chamber;
I just like to fuck about.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoesiaPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
