Where the Broken Go

Full Chamber

This bullet has your name on it.

This one has your first lie.

Second.

Third.

Fourth.

You’ve told so many I could keep going.

But for now I’ll stop.

Stop naming yours.

Her heart.

My heart.

This chamber is full and my heart is heavy.

My head is full of the lies you fed me.

I’m distraught and disgusted,

And you my friend are thoroughly busted.

Now the gas is on full throttle,

And I’ve found the bottom of the bottle-

And now I’m coming for you.

You can cry and beg for mercy,

And promise that you’ll honor me-

Fact is, I could care less,

About this bullshit and this stress.

You boxed me in with your little love trap,

And now I’ve caught a murder wrap-

She’s dead, your dead, and I’m number three.

Fuck it, it’s good to be free.