A Loaded Gun

A loaded gun and silver tape
The only things left in my room
They lay on my floor in wait
As I sit and watch the rose bloom

A loaded gun and a single red rose
It’s the beauty and the beast
But which one is the beauty?
The gun is cold but the rose is soon deceased

A loaded gun and red nail polish
It’s the same color as the rose
Almost the same color as the blood
Before it dried on my clothes

A loaded gun and a ripped shirt
It’d old and falling apart
With stains and seams coming undone
It’s almost a work of art

A loaded gun and a diamond ring
Look at how it can shine
It’s a girl’s best friend
Oh, isn’t it divine?

A loaded gun and a ragged doll
It used to be so great
But look at what became of it
Now for the garbage truck it does wait

A loaded gun and a dry pen
Imagine all it wrote
It could have been pure nonsense
Or words you wish to quote

A loaded gun in the sunlight
It pushes away the rays
Making a heat around it
And creating a sort of haze

A loaded gun in the night
It lays there deadly and silent
All it takes is ignorant hands
And it will become violent

A loaded gun next to a lifeless hand
On the ground is a burning cigarette
Look inside the gun itself
And you’ll realize there is one missing bullet