<+>Pull my trigger....<+>

I have so much rage inside me.

The blood behind my eyes you cannot see.

My heart pulling at one arm and my head on the other.

You telling me one thing and doing another.

Im so confused as the words get mangled inside.

Its keeps going deeper the harder I push the blade.

A bit of my soul leaks out onto the shards of cloth on the floor.

I fall to my knees crying and praying to have the strength to take it all away.

But I see her behind my eyes, once more.

Laughing and taunting at my weakness.

I feel the color from my lips fade away from my skin.

If she pulls the trigger will the nightmare stop?

I am but nothing to her only another toy to throw in the toy box after becoming bored and tired of me.

Possibly she will put the stitches through my skin to sew up my wounds that she has created.

But it is not likely.

Ive given all the kisses offered, but now only the blade feels my pulse.

Toxic touches of death being thrown my way, but only from her.

Toying with the pure nature of me.

She refuses to let me be seen, being kept in the dark is bound to cause insanity.

I have nothing to hide, but she does, me.

I can feel the pressure on the trigger, the heat from her body to my cold stone skin.

I close my eyes, wish for darkness, and it is received.