Alles Was Ich Will

I just want to put this gun to my temple
Rubbing an imprint of the end of the barrel    
Feeling the cold steel press against the cold surface of my skin
And just pull the fucking trigger
Let the bullet blow out the small flame keeping me alive  
Smothering my soul with the faint smell of gunpowder      
Covering the nightmares with coats of crimson red
Creating its own masterpiece dripping on the floor
No last words, no music, no parades  
Just myself and these thoughts to keep me occupied  
Just a simple death and a waste of life
That's all I want...                                  
Written by Caged_Raven
Published | Edited 23rd Mar 2015
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