Happiness Is a Warm Gun

When I saw you together
And you held her hand
My legs gave way beneath me -
I could no longer stand

You were supposed to love ME!
You were supposed to be MINE!
But you running around with her
Is what I find

And now in front of me you stand -
Down on your knees
I don't want to hear your whimpering
Or your pathetic pleas.

"Shut up!" I screamed
As you continued to beg
"Don't worry, my Love,
You'll soon be dead"

But would anyone have noticed?
Would anyone have dared
To try and stop me
When I put this gun to your head?

Just before I pulled the trigger
Your eyes, vacant and stained,
Reflected the last images of your life -
Afterwards nothing remained

I carved my name on a bullet -
Right on the side
I wanted to make sure I was the last thing
That went through your mind

And as your blood splattered across me
A chirpy tune I began to hum
Happiness, my Love,
Is a warm gun...

18 April 2007