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I pump the shot gun

Put it under my chin

I’ll pull the trigger,

To feel the bullet within

Splash up the parlor

With the bits of my brain

A 12th gauge solution

The barrel of a gun, cold against my skin

Soon it all will be done

My fingers squeeze around the grip

Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull

My cranium exploded, before it went black

As in slow motion, i see the bullet, coming to my head, temple’s blown away

Pressure in my head, is unbearable, impact tore my face off, dome’s wrenched and deformed

Hitting lower jaw, bursting the palate, crushing bones apart, burning out my face

Teeth grinded into dust, flesh turned into a mash, skull crushed into shreds, spattering the place

As in slow motion, i see the bullet, coming to my head, i’ll be back anyway!

Soon it all will be done

My fingers squeeze around the grip

Pull the trigger, putting slug in my skull

My cranium exploded, before it went black

I have perfected, my suicidal technique