Smoking Effect

Smoking gun of smoking cost
Smoking gun of lost trust
Seeping liquid red and angry
Seeping liquid here to frame me

Sitting trigger loose and ready
Sitting bullet waits to find me
Let free it finally flies in the air
Still I sit, ignorant it's there

Told I was safe I'm surprised
Thought I was safe with blind eyes
Skimming wound sits neglected
The shallow wound becomes infected

Wished away, problem ignored
Wished away, the bullet's restored
Gun seen, wound untreated
Problem recognized, security defeated

Hidden protections secretly put up
Flinching quietly at the unseen touch
Glancing at the gun and pretending it's not here
Still whispering in fear, trying not to care

Smoking gun of lost trust
Armour replacing what's been lost.