I’m done painting the photographs,
writing the lyrics to songs
we will never together sing.
You’re done tearing up the letters,
so lost, so crazy, so mad, so sorry
for the things we’ve said and done.
Where am I now, I can’t find your smile but
turn around, for your smile is overdue,
bid farewell before my smile goes too.
I’m done scratching the walls and counting
the days that I’ve been locked in, relentlessly
still, this wretched door won’t open for me.
Place the barrel through my mouth,
put a bullet in my brain
where it’s supposed to be.
Pour me a glass of wine, light me a cigar,
and remind me why we are alone
dining with iron and steel.
Remind me again why my eyes won’t open
when I spin the cylinder and pray
the loaded chamber re-latches itself on.
Remind me again that life is meaningless,
that you and I deserve a little better,
and I will remind you to pull the trigger.