Suicide

Give me a gun,

We'll see what happens.

Drawing lines,

Crossing lands.

Different sides,

All opposing.

Guns for killing,

In my hands.

-

Eyes for watching,

...watch me crumble.

Hands for feeling,

...feel my pain!

Ears for hearing,

...hear my whimpers?

No understanding,

...all in vain.

-

Reach into depths,

Jump up then dive.

Drag me back up,

I'll try to survive.

Right here, right now,

I'm not breathing.

I'm just watching.

I'm not alive.

-

Darkness grips me,

Where is dawn?!

Follow my gaze.

...numbness sets in.

Glance at that mirror,

Reflecting an image.

Maybe you'll catch,

A glimpse of death's grin.

-

Push me back down,

Back to those fathoms.

Pain, rekindled.

Fear, the same.

Please, make it fast-

This is no game!

That expression, the smile...

Death is to blame!

The End

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