There’s a broken window without shattered glass
There’s a gun in my hand
Aimed at my head.
Useless.
A loaded gun without
A bullet.
Your finger is on the trigger
So bite your tongue
And pull it.
Meaningless.
There’s something you need to kill that’s
Already dead.
There’s a dull knife you grip tightly in you hand
Waiting.
Hopeless.
There’s a beating in my heart that
Shouldn’t be.
There’s a tainted soul traveling
Through and through me.
Powerless.