Word Talker.

My heart's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Yet my brain is jealous of the strong and the loathing.
Follow my heart is what the old book has said.
As I watched the people take it to heart, they're all dead.
I'll be joining them soon, as she has the barrel to my head.
No regrets as she pulls the trigger lightly.
Flash as bright as the stars I see nightly.
First shot, I'm still standing.
Second shot, I'm the last one laughing.
One more thought that won't haunt me no more.
No more backs turned and words spoke nevermore.
With all the words she spoke, I would be surprised if her mouth wasn't sore.
End of the chapter, start of anew.
A life filled thoughts though through.
No more will I look to the past
As to make sure the moment will always last.
As to not would be not for the best.
And to not let her mouth rest.
My life will be filled with my hopes and my dreams.
While hers will be tearing at the seams.