Thinking Twice

As I point the barrel to my temple

Bullet in chamber, cocked and ready

Fingers building the pressure on the trigger

I release my hand

Why waste a bullet

When there’s already a dagger through my heart

 

As I hold the chalice to my mouth

The poison poised

Toxic drops trickling towards tongue

I tilt my hand away

Thinking, there’s no life left in me any more

Since you have already killed my love

 

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