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Kissing the Barrel
By Thomas Miller
In the quiet of midnight’s breath, I stand alone,
A whisper of metal, cold against my bone.
The moon’s pale gaze, a silent witness to my sin,
As I lean in closer, letting the darkness win.
Kissing the barrel, a lover’s cruel embrace,
The taste of despair, iron-laced.
Each breath a confession, each sigh a prayer,
In this moment of truth, no one else is there.
The trigger’s soft curve, a delicate caress,
Promises release, an end to the mess.
I close my eyes, lost in the thought,
Of finding peace in the chaos I’ve fought.
But in that cold kiss, I feel a shiver,
A pulse of life, a desperate quiver.
Is this the answer, the final key?
Or just another way to be free?
The barrel speaks, in a voice so clear,
“Is this your choice, your end so near?”
I pull away, my lips stained with doubt,
And in the darkness, I cry out.
For in that kiss, I saw my soul,
A fractured mirror, never whole.
But life’s cruel joke, it pulls me back,
From the edge of the void, from the endless black.
So I turn away, the barrel cold,
And leave the night, my story untold.
But the memory lingers, the kiss remains,
A haunting echo, in my veins.
The Last Embrace
By Thomas Miller
In the dead of night, where shadows creep,
I find solace in the silence, the promise of sleep.
But it’s not the soft pillow where I rest my head,
It’s the cold, unforgiving steel instead.
The barrel’s mouth, a hungry maw,
Whispers secrets that no one saw.
A lover’s touch, cold as the grave,
Offering freedom that I secretly crave.
I trace the curve, my fingers numb,
Counting the seconds till the end comes.
The taste of gunpowder, bitter and real,
A final kiss, the ultimate seal.
In this twisted dance of life and death,
I welcome the darkness, the loss of breath.
No more pain, no more lies,
Just the sweet release in my demise.
The world fades, a distant hum,
As I press my lips to the loaded drum.
A lover’s promise, dark and sweet,
In this moment, I find defeat.
The trigger waits, patient and true,
For the final act, the last adieu.
But as I linger in the deadly embrace,
I see my reflection, a ghostly face.
Eyes hollow, soul decayed,
A broken man, unafraid.
The barrel sings its lullaby,
And with a sigh, I close my eyes.
One last breath, one final sound,
The echo of life, as it hits the ground.
In the darkness, I am found,
Forever lost, forever bound.