Trigger Happy

Here we are again.

You're haunting my dreams and consuming my every thought.

And to be honest, its ripping me to shreds.

You're the man trapped in walls of my aching mind, screaming my name and making sure sleep keeps her distance

So I lay in bed cupping my hands over my ears hoping that if I drown out the sound of your scraping nails and screeching yells

It will drown out the replay of bad memories

I want to know what it felt like.

Knowing you were going to die

Was this all part of your sick fucking plan?

I want to know

Did your hand shake when you brought the gun up to your face?

did you know at that point in time that you were going to have the balls to pull the trigger

what did it feel like to hold that gun in your mouth

to know that the last taste you would ever enjoy

would be the pinch of metal from a bullet.

Hell,i ll bet you smiled

a slight smirk of joy

knowing it would all be over the minute you pulled your finger just a bit further

and you finally got your revenge on us

and maybe you thought of me

but i doubt it

I'm sure you didn't think at all

and yet all these things, all these questions drive me to pure insanity.