Twisted Nights

Put the Shotgun to my head,
Pull the trigger and spill all of my thoughts onto the floor.
Rotting away in the corner,
I lay awake and silent.
Minds cant all think alike,
but you force them to.
Sit beside me as I die,
don't say a word, just stay silent.
I don't care, I don't want to.
Blood oozing from the wound.
Pull the trigger and watch life fade in front of your eyes.
Sit amoungst the rotting lies.
I am a lonely person, begging for it to end.
Pull the trigger and let the truth unfold.
Pull the trigger and shoot me dead.