I'm going to take
A loaded revolver
Not the Glock
Never the Glock
With hollow points
And blast my brilliant --
Useless gray matter OUT
Into sardonic art
All over some barren --
Deserted plaster wall
Of my life
Not for the reasons --
Some sick people think
Not for the reasons --
One demented perpetrator
Might think
NO
Not for fallacies
Not for fiction
Not for the slanderous -
Slurs committed against me
That have NO MERIT
NO
Not for these things
But for the reality
A reality of abusers --
That will never stop
A reality of vultures --
That can't stop picking
A reality of coldness --
That will never thaw
And the years --
Passing too quickly
WASTED
With nothing salvageable
With no hope
And when I go --
I wish I could take
A few vultures with me
A few adult and cruel and,
Fully knowing what they do,
And loving their onslaughts --
A few of these Monsters
Need to expire too!
STILL I KNOW --
In the end I won't
I'd only do it in --
Self- defense.
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If you as the reader are having suicidal thoughts please seek professional help immediately!
