In your solitude, as each tear breaks off the slope of your jaw, it falls into the abyss of a loneliness so encompassing that it drives you to lift the muzzle to your temple and draw the trigger, not only once but a hundred times with the sadistic gusto to end such an inexpressible pain.


For the eruption of the bullet to break the deafening silence...driving you mad.


For the pull of the finger... to act in one swift moment of defiance.


For your eyes to shut decisively against the harsh spasms of blinding realities you constantly attempt to deny...


And as metal merges with flesh, blood flows over you like a warm blanket of sweet emptiness...

And the elusive sleep you had so longed for, a serenity of wet crimson... would be here at last...



Here to stay.