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Choking on the barrel |
| My head grows heavy from the weight of my thoughts Will I be missed when my heart shuts down or not? The breath of the whispers tickles my ear drum "Don't be dumb, none will care when you're dead, be numb!" So numb, I am, with my mask fixed tight; a wall to keep in my depression and fright. I'll let none be aware of the hauntings in my head, "He was a good boy, so happy, why is he dead?" "Barely days will pass and you'll be forgot, they don't really love you, you're an afterthought!" "No!" I beckon, "Don't let it be true." The tears well up, the whispers now a roar "THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO, OPEN THE DOOR AND LET THE BARREL ON THROUGH!" Teeth grind metal; iron taste on the tongue the gun slides forth; no where for my feelings to run. "Do it, you pussy, get us out of your head, no one will care if your sheets run red!" "You'll only be remembered as a stain on the floor." Never again will I let the whispers come to a roar. A tear runs down; the taste of salt on my lips, the hammer cocks back, and the muzzle flips. ...And so ends the life of a radar blip. |