Click, click; bang, bang
Pull the trigger on your fake feelings
Watch the bullet fly across the room,
Gathering up the pain you caused me,
Combing through the smoke and mirrors of your truth
Moulding into a perfect storm,
Waiting on the perfect moment
When it shreds your weak heart
Into nothing more than crumbled pieces of regret
Making your blood splatter across the room
Look, I think I just created a Picasso.
Click, click, bang, bang.
Did you forget I own a weapon?
Fumbling over your promises,
Pray my next bullet struck your forehead,
Watch it cracks open your skull
Hope the metal erodes your head
And your blood ceases to flow,
so your every thought is a cry for help
your veins scream for redemption
Click, click; bang, bang.
Unlike you, my weapon is a silent prayer for your happiness.
Poetry by Amogelang Lekwadu.
Photo by Glen Mog
Artwork by Eshinelokunwasiu