Loaded On Wrong

-Loaded On Wrong-
by Keaton Foster



In my hand
A gun
Death
Release
Sweet Jesus
A 45 caliber explosion
Right under the chin
Shit, no way I’ll miss
I deserve to die
Always have
Always will
If not by my own hand
Than by a dozen others
Loaded on wrong
Trumped up charges
Made to stick
Sick of all this
There will be a mess
One hell of a stain
Maybe just a few
Will feel some shame
But of course not I
Blam
Entrance and exit
Living and then dead
Both in the same instant
This powerful brain
Hellish it has always been
Fitting will be this end
What was once complete
Will become vacated
What was once torture
Will become quite easy
I’ll have no regrets
None that I’ll have to face
I won’t feel sorry for myself
Nor really anyone else
Loaded on wrong
Not because I want to be
But because I have to be
There is no real choice
At least none
That I’ve ever seen
The hammer is cocked
A round has been chambered
They’ll be no missing
No second chances
At long since made mistakes
The pain, once in my heart
Over the years has spread
Every corner of my being
Infected does it seem
The suffering is too much
I can’t take any more
Why would I want to
One well-placed round
Assurances guaranteed
Reality blasted free
Loaded on wrong
Seems reasonable to me
A madman with his gun
Firmly placed under his chin

Now Squeeze...



Loaded On Wrong
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.