Queen’s Revolver

I may pull my trigger knowing the cost I pay must be worth it
But my cause will never be just
As I’ve found my fate
Under the barrel of the gun
And the warmth I yearn For
Lies within it
And The peace I need lies only
When I pull my trigger.

For the past I lost
For the softness of the queen’s revolver
Only makes me remember
The mother i lost
So I may continue
to pull the trigger
Knowing its worth
For all I seek is a glimpse
And all I remember is feeling.
a feeling of warmth

The touch of a parent

For the mother, I lost.

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