BULLET TO THE HEAD

When your lips move, they aim for a kill
In a blur, loaded words escape
Losing you is hard to bear
Do not tell me goodbye
Kiss me till I’m fine
Hold me so we can try
At least show me you still care
Ready to shield me with your cape
Drawing breath from my mouth is your skill

But this gun you aim, pierced through my heart
I’m sprawled in my blood, not moving
The sound of your steps now faint
My voice has become mute
But I hear my screams
I feel the cold take root
My warm blood spread out like paint
As the darkness keeps on closing
Painting my pain like the perfect art

Vera