A Spree Of Discertainty

My gun tells me to shoot,
My brain tells me to flee,
My heart is in a dispute,
My hands say go on a spree,
My mouth sits there mute,
I go insane like a banshee,
Berserk taking no mercy,
Even wrecking the debris,
Blood all over my clothes,
On my hands and my knees,
Near my eyes and on my nose,
I'm still killing and yelling,
The officer tells me to stop,
The woman tells me please,
My mom says listen to the cop,
But the trigger I still squeeze,
I feel the warmth of a bullet,
More screams in the midst now,
Still I hold the trigger and pull it,
Still the pleads I know disavow,
My gun tells me to not stop,
My brain tells me kill another cop,
My heart makes another plop,
My hands make another pop,
The guns pops some more,
Yet I flop and hit the floor,
Vision is blurry and I worry,
My senses are now back again,
But then fade away in a hurry,
Consciousness is lost in a flurry,
I feel more gunshots to the body,
I feel more blows to my torso,
I feel all the shots from a shottie,
I feel great pain until it's all gone,
Then I feel nothing, I'm just numb...