She is smooth.
She is beautiful and different.
She is cold, yet fiery
She is scary efficient.
She is versatile,
she’ll let me pull back her hammer
promising me that she might be gentle,
she is mental
with her barrel cocked against my temple.
She is tantalizing,
she is sexy and she is smart.
She is artistic,
no one better practices her art.
She is strong,
for she carries a full clip,
and she is reliable,
always holstered at my hip.
But she is a liar.
And I was mental,
at her promise to be gentle,
I found her cocked against my temple.
Am I man enough to do it?
Suicide is a crime,
but life isnt easy.
Cant worry about hell,
death relieves me.
no one believes me.
Pray to the one with sorrow
for she conceived me,
I have to leave me.
Life has gotten ridiculously difficult,
it’s absurd you see,
even Jesus died when he was 33,
so Im only about 15 odd years off,
minus the 10 shots in my cartridge
plus the only 1 shot that is needed to do what needs to be done.
However persistent for I am
suspect to my own 6 shots rushed into my temple,
leaving my clip with 4 shots left,
but leaves me with 6
subtracted from 33
that I am 27 lesser lives than Jesus himself,
will she be gentle?
Will one shot be enough as I pull the hammer
to cock this pistol against my temple?
Am I mental?
Why do people think that death is a sufficient release to the problems that they face in life? I dont think people see that death is permanent.