Talk Show Host

I'm not afraid u,
Daunting stares of the audience
I submit a bow at your roaring
Applause.
In bloom I'm lazy,
Never gave a fuck about Sundays.
U sew your mouth shut
To keep it hush.
Maybe we're all crazy,
But aren't we all racing just
To meet the Stop Light? In bloom
I'm hazy, and I got your hearts
Etched across my chest
No further ado, I give you....
The gloss of this gun
Pierces my pinkie promise
To never touch. My vows I've
Broken into by the final click
Of the trigger.
Splattered, I found the hereafter
To be nothing as the blood draining
The rest of me.
I always wanted to be normal
Someone else.
Give me the liberty I deserve
And let me go