I put down the monster grown large
with a bullet to his head
from the concealed handgun I carry
next time, I won’t take so long
to pull the trigger

Is his true form vanity?
Or the fear of failure?
caught up in the shower of praise,
is he my burgeoning conceit?

Calm my panicked breathing,
and focus my energies on my trigger finger.

In a world only I can go to, a gunshot roars out
followed by the flash of the barrel
dazzlingly gorgeous and short-lived.
“when one thing ends, another begins”
I believe that light is shouting this to me.

I found loneliness and innocence,
deep in the eyes of the cornered monster.
like an abandoned kitten,
he curled up and trembled with fear

If only I could tie him up like this,
and tame him so.

Faced with so many different choices and possibilities
I lose sight of what I was searching for, what I desired.
“When one thing is born, another dies.”
I believe there’s no escaping this fact.

An evening twilight that’s too calm
in the stillness of the midnight hour
the monster starts acting up again
I catch my breath and load a bullet into the chamber
so the monster doesn’t suspects my quiet intention to kill him.

and again now, in a world only I can go to, a gunshot roars out
followed by the flash of the barrel
dazzlingly gorgeous and short-lived.
“When one thing ends, another begins”
and the world keeps on turning.
“When one thing ends, another begins”
I have to believe. I have to.