Eating Bullets

A curious thing,
The harsh reality
Of taking one's life

Your tattered existence
Is something to laugh upon.

This shattered life
Is the reason you cry.

The harsh reality
of grinding metal;
Friction igniting
a powerful blow.

An explosion
of human creation
to take away
a human life.

The harsh reality
of blood-red stains;
The haunted souls
of passerbys.

A booming fall
breaks the silence,
Let it settle
forever more.

Your tattered smile
is something to remember.

Your shattered skull
is something to forget.