pity

Why do I do this? Over and over!

It's only making it worse!

Killing won't save me; NOTHING can save me!

My life is eternally cursed!

My life... and what a life it is,

Something so terribly small...

Just one little shot from this pistol I've got 

and my life will be nothing at all.

But I'm too far gone for heaven to save me

I'll burn in the Lake of Fire

No, I can't die, I must live forever!

That is my only desire.

I still have the pistol, in case they come hunting...

I'd kill myself rather than hiding.

But I get no thrill from sex, drugs or money

Just encountering death without dying.

The End

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