her eyes remain locked on the gun in my hand
as a bullet gets shot right through her head
and i stare at her broken reflection in the mirror
shattered glass and mind signaling i'm the winner
was it her cries or mine, that i kept hearing?
piercing through my sick mind, and unfolding on my ceiling?
but i'm left drowning in my sin and the deeper i dive,
the more i realize i killed a soul that was never really alive
they said to destroy what destroys you
but i never thought i'd find terror in a pair of eyes, so
i sat alone all night contemplating what i could do
until it hit me that those same eyes were the ones i see through
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
