9mm

If I saw my old reflection

I'd smash the glass

'Til my hands bleed

Each shard representing a dream

Pulling them out of my knuckles

And out of me

I'marose

That slowly burns

Your hurt

Makes my stomach turn

Viewing life

As a taxidermy spider

Pull the trigger

You're the igniter

I'm just the 9 mm

Going through

The back of your skull

Seeking ennui

From out static breathing

Just searching for something new

Possibly a feeling

I'm a rose that slowly burns

Your hurt makes my stomach turn

Viewing life as a taxidermy spider

Pull the trigger

You're the igniter

I'm just the 9 mm going through the back of your skull