Ballistic Therapy

Dark scales sloughing off
the edge of my skull
Bloody remnants of the cold
hard steel you used to bash
through bone and brain matter  
 
"I love you" were the words that
came from your lying tongue  
"No one else will  have you"
You said  
Pressed against pink stucco
my face pitted scratched with
bits of gravel  
You chose the easy way  
the back of my head  
Fuck you I say as you cock  
your weapon  
 
Surprised--?
When I take the barrell press it  
to my forehead  
Telling you
" look me in the eye ,bitch"
 
Taking the easy way out
 you whipped my brains with
 its butt  
Blood pooling in the sand  
around my feet  
I've got to go I say to myself  
As I begin to float above myself  
Falling  
Back to see the blood dripping  
off my forehead  
I'm not afraid to die  
 
 
Misfired bullshit ,Your afraid
 to die  
 Lay down to rest and dream
 of that ballistic therapy
someday  coming your way