My trigger finger is set.
I’ve got it aimed at your head.
One pull, and I can finally begin to forget.
I swear to you it wont hurt.
I promise that it will work.
Blow you away, into the past, where you will fade into black.
Misfire!
I can see right inside you. The bullets are gone. Misfire!
Misfire!
I used to be ahead of the rest, now I’m a thousand bullets back! Misfire!
Misfire!
It only takes one shot.
To know if you’ve won or not.
It only takes one kill.
To know for sure it was real.
I hope you see me laughing as your eyes fill with blood.
Your heart pumping will cease, you’ll be defeated like me.
Misfire!
You finally stop breathing. The bullets are gone. Misfire!
Misfire!
I used to lead the pack, now I’m a thousand bullets back! Misfire
Misfire!
Thumb. Hammer. Hairline trigger.
I hope you go in peace.
Instead of pieces like me.
