If there was a gun at your head
Would you want
The bullets loaded
To be shot
And break through your skull
Or
Decidedly not?
I reckon
Yes
I would
But only if I was the hand
Holding it in place
And pulling the trigger
As many times as I can
And never at anything else
I guess
I think
I would be alright with that
If the gun was made available to me
If not ill live on
But if such an opportunity arises
I might think myself a fool not to take it
But thats just what I believe right now
Right in this instance
Ever since the moment
This morning
I woke and sat up
The thought
Maybe i should just blow my brains out
Hung heavy on my conscious
And since
I am yet to move
My mind stays the same
But the angels and wizards and mothers
Pray that it will change
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Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe