Trigger

I looked down the barrel of beautiful blue steel,
Just thinking I'm another person, another broken wheel.
I lightly touch the slim hair trigger,
Knowing I can't be loved, just another sinner.

I'm a proud person, I wont ask for help,
But it seems I'm weak, just a pitiful whelp,
Who can love a soul like mine,
A broken and scarred body that only reminds.

How do I find strength,
Or wisdom to understand.
On how i lost my way,
This I demand.

I have no redeeming qualities,
I am to nice for my own good.
Being unbreakable now seems to be a fallacy,
The unshakeable man, now brought to his knees.

So I look down the barrel of beautiful blue steel,
Contemplating the unthinkable and the unreal.
I will look at the pieces of shiny lead,
At least tonight I wont be dead.