Friday, October 22, 2010

Thinking

As I sit here thinking
the trigger's spring clinking
I wonder why
I want to die

I wonder why people dread
the fear of being dead

Hammer falls with a sudden thud
I feel the blood

Warm and oozing
It feels so soothing

Barrel pointed at my brain
Suddenly there is no more pain

The pain crushing
There is no more rushing

The rat race has you bound
Yet I will soon be in the ground

As I sit here thinking
The trigger's spring softly clinking...