Safety Off

Gun pointed at my head,
I pull the trigger.
Hot metal tears into my cerebellum,
Like the fractured melody of a damned choir.
All I ever was pools on the floor beside a corpse.
The dark crimson blood is beautiful,
The only thing about me that ever was.
And in the end who pulled the trigger?
Was it me, or was it you and your disgusting society.

-Edibleghost