“Shh”
Sick of counting scars and sarcasm
locking himself deep inside his dark chasm
yeah he debates what lies ahead of him now
what lies dying behind is already set in stone
remembering when he was young is far too painful
so he turns a bottle upside down and inside out
to help make believe a fantasy reality
how did it become to be that this is all that’s left
broken burned shattered tattered not the dream
that it once seemed
cold is the steel he runs his hands against
warm is the stomach loaded with jack and gin
yeah he click click clicks back the hammer
and French kisses his dads old .38 caliber
standard issue revolver
and the first tears slowly drip drip down his cheeks
and precious dry drops slide down the side of a glass
filled with the ex-contents of now empty flask
blood already oozing from dozens of un-counted places
razors and alcohol couldn’t kill the pain this time
it is too much to over come too much to subdue
this demon will not be lured or tricked into an early demise
no no this time it’s a little deeper in and has got
just a touch more sting
his breath reeks of Daniels, cigarettes, and gin and tonic
as he exhales heavy on the barrel staring down his throat
sick of counting scars and sarcasm
sick of watching as his life goes by
he sees everyday like a shit slideshow shown on a shoddy
projector
in the everyday knife the back and shot in the dark he hasn’t got a
protector
alone his reserves have slowly been depleted
he can’t escape this feeling of being defeated
cast aside cast out thrown aside thrown out
last cry last shout torn inside torn out
squeeze now easy pressure on the delirium trigger
and the clicked back hammer falls just one time
pounding the final nail into his cold coffin
shoot his brain against the wall behind him
no more scars to explain to anybody
not that anybody really noticed anyway
slumped back in his leather easy chair
despite the hole in his skull
our hero looks quite relaxed
like he dozed off after a few too many cocktails
despite the gun in his lifeless hand
our hero looks quite placid
sleeping gently not making a sound
he didn’t make a sound
he didn’t make a sound
he never made a sound
shhh……….

 
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