Point Blank

I stand poised, prepared for it to run You construct a wall and call it done As I crumble from your fear's earthquake Your decisions strike me at point blank I act on your every whim Your attempt at happiness only sets mine to dim My issue is the separation And you've locked me behind closed doors My nails are bloodied And it's not like you've never done this before My wits are at the end And you said you can't think of me as a friend The blade continues to draw near I willingly expose some flesh So the sharp tip may sear with pain And the skin is broken, no longer meshed It's all because of you, my dear How does that make you feel? The metal is hollow and black An explosion propels a spiraling bullet Which then burrows into my body And I fall back As smoke drifts from your gun I am prepared for blood to run Because I've been shot at point blank Every wall can become a door With just a few more bullet holes Fired close together at point blank