Suicide 06/14/2010
My hand begins to tremble As my finger starts to squeeze The barrels to my brow now As I rest upon my knees Tears slowly seeping from the corners Of my eyes though unable to Openly cry. Throat dry Because I can’t control the war that rages On inside that which is I Take a shallow breath, release a sigh As the hammer falls and the bullet fly’s Ah, the pointlessness of suicide. Add Comment |
