Pulled

Pulled

All of the questions
That run rampant in my head
Need to be answered
And that may not happen
Until I am dead.
The trigger has been pulled
But I did not find happiness.
All that I find
Is heartache and lonliness.
In my confused state
I pulled the trigger yet again,
Emptying the chamber into my very being.
I do not find the answers
To the questions that I have
And I doubt that I shall
Which is just as well
For the answers that I seek
Would be fitting of a soul
Beseeching only the most dire
Depths of torment. The epitome of Hell.