Watergun

A gun made of crystal
Convinced to be tossed across the floor.

Everything that once whispered,
Has grown louder than before.

A shot of a bullet, sanity stolen.
Organs delivered, life line swollen.

It's only a matter of time
Before the ice begins to melt.

A willingness to climb,
Escape from the seat belt.

Draining out the poison,
You know that lungs decay.

The crystal is left to be shattered,
Pull the trigger, pick the bouquet.