Baretta to my mind

One gun and a shaky hand

One thought and no longer existence

I could pull the trigger and end all persistence

The true thought I am my own resistance

I think about the things I care about

I ponder the dreams I never lived

I hate what I can’t control

I hate my desires I can’t get a hold

The world hates me

I am all alone

The pistol is a cousin that could kiss my temple

I’ve gotten this far with no remorse

I’ve came so close to veer off course

No fear no shame just adjacent aim

No mind no dreams just darkness

Click! The gun is empty

One more chance to put it simply