In front of you I stand
holding in my palm and between my fingers a silver gun.
You left me depressed, lost in this unfamilliar world.
Breaking my heart was that your idea of fun?
So it's time for me to get some payback
I can see in your ice cold eyes that you're scared.
You killed me when you left
so now I'll show you how I felt it's only fair.
I caress your cheek with the silver gun.
I see you shiver from the cold metal, or maybe it's just the fear.
You beg and plead for forgiveness
but I'm locked captive in my dark and twisted mind, your pleads I can't hear.
I place the head of the gun upon your lips
and beneath it I can feel them tremble.
I've made up my mind and it's time for some payback
I place my finger on the trigger, ready, set, rumble.
This silver gun, has delievered justice
with the metallic death bullet that is now embedded in your flesh.
Now I'm the one who gets to walk away when you need me the most.
I'm the one who gets to say
....Goodbye....
Author notes
Not much too say..... No I'm not crazy haha 
The lines "Now I'm the one who gets to walk away
when you need me the most.
....Goodbye...."
Came to my head last night and the rest of it just started coming to my head.... Hope everyone likes it.
Comments
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wow this is so good i love it
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OH MY GOD AMAZING
I really have to say I could see and feel the "anger" in the poem. It really had me hooked. I had that feeling in my stomach that it was really emotionally charged. I would probably just make it so they're more... afraid? if that makes any sense? Describing the gun is amazing. It made me realize how beautiful you thought the gun really was.
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