Hey Mom

Hey it's me, your son.

You see Mom,


I'm sorry Mom.

Oh God, I didn't mean to do this mom.

I've got time for this last call, and it went straight to voicemail.

I guess that's okay, 'cause I'm feeling kinda hostile.

See Mom, I hate to tell you like this,

But I shot a man,

And God damn.

You ain't seen anything until you've seen brain against a wall.

I didn't think there was a bullet in the chamber, I just wanted to scare him.

I just wanted to eat,

But my finger slipped, and it was so fucking loud,

And now he's long past bled out

All over the tile.

God he didn't even have time to scream out his doubts,

And Mom, oh God what have I done?

Will you tell Dad I love him, and I'm sorry I'm his son?

Ya see Mom, I got one bullet left and I didn't think this would be how I took my last breath,

But I guess if you're dumb you don't get to choose.

What's the point anyway?

We all fucking lose.

God damn. I'm sorry Mom.

I was just so hungry Mom.

Shit Mom, his brain's on the wall, it's a mural of this murder

My name might as well be written in it now.

Oh God Mom, I think I hear sirens. This is how it ends.

I didn't mean to shoot him Mom!

I swear on my life Mom!

But now I gotta go,

I'll see yo on the other side,

Maybe in a better life...

Click-click-boom and this'll all be through.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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