Shit rant poems

Loaded guns, pulling triggers

If there was a gun at your head

Would you want

The bullets loaded

To be shot

And break through your skull

Or

Decidedly not?

I reckon

Yes

I would

But only if I was the hand

Holding it in place

And pulling the trigger

As many times as I can

And never at anything else

I guess

I think

I would be alright with that

If the gun was made available to me

If not ill live on

But if such an opportunity arises

I might think myself a fool not to take it

But thats just what I believe right now

Right in this instance

Ever since the moment

This morning

I woke and sat up

The thought

Maybe i should just blow my brains out

Hung heavy on my conscious

And since

I am yet to move

My mind stays the same

But the angels and wizards and mothers

Pray that it will change