18+ a dark poem about seeking help with the end of my ways. |
-Take My Weapon- by Keaton Foster Take my weapon My brand new gun An instrument of death Unused Never loaded Never fired in anger Never fired for fun Dare not be afraid Of the explosive nature of it ways Such a machine only does What the user demands No target Or fellow human being Has even met their doom Under the capable weight It brings into any situation Take my weapon Load a single bullet Just one, that is all That will be needed One piece of lead One projectile of ends Right through my heart Right through my head The means to my death Concern me least of all I would not ask you For such a thing If I had the strength The iron gut To do it myself But I do not Not because of fear Not because of uncertainty But because I might miss Because I might live I know what comes next For people driven to such ends I will take my punishment It will be a much needed Permanent vacation from living Each passing second of life Seems like an eternity I am quickly becoming weak To broken and fragile To raise it my head Or place it to my heart Take my weapon Load one bullet Unless of course You need one for yourself I will not judge How could I ever But if such an endeavor Is what you wish Please Be sure to kill me first Place the cold barrel Against my skin Cock the hammer Fire without mercy I will never hear the bang I will never know the pain If done right Death will be instant Certainly there will be a mess My corpse, my blood My brains, my guts All that was once me Will be nothing more Than a biological stain Such a thing is just fine Leave me dead in place Others in time will come this way They will find me Right where you left me They will clean up the mess Clever lies they will write An unsolved mystery will be started And will forever remain As long as you Turn and walk away I will not tell Because the dead cannot speak In silence I will always keep In death I will have my relief… Take My Weapon Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |