Divine Trigger
Point your gun right at the middle of my chest
Pull the trigger
Make me mirror how I feel inside
Blow a hole through the center of me
Cover me in red
Paint me all of the loneliness I have ever felt
Coat me in the numbness
A nice cool blue to rival the hot red that flows inside me
Release all my pain
Pull the trigger
I can’t wait anymore
So alone
So cold
I feel it
Deep down in my chest
I used to cry to the moon
I used to pitifully sob for a sign
But there was no sign
No divine intervention
Just loneliness
An ache
A hole in my chest
So pull your trigger
Show the world how I have felt for years
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