I bought a gun today.
I traded in my CD collection
for the mechanics of a culture
devoid of compassion.
I spite God, like twitching pupils,
locked into fading shades
of burgundy kisses
and capricorn mentality.
You are the violent shudder
in the crease of my spine
that drives needles through
like a momentary lapse
in reason.
I've become the laughing victim,
forcing this savage trigger back,
content in my depression, a sadist
with a midas touch.
I bought a gun today.
I am the ongoing conflict,
a stitch in the sun, everlasting hurt,
pangs building pangs, a lost letter
that reads like redemption.
A lost prophet that bleeds with conviction.