I have a darkness inside me
As real as my lungs and other organs
Slit my throat and it may burst out
Covering you in unreal colors
Gut me and it may slide out
Meaty..cold.. indifferent
Then you may stomp on it.
Or it may stomp on you..
But since,inside of stays
This hot afternoon,on my bed,i lay
Daydreaming…an old hobby
A shotgun
My mouth
A pulled trigger
A loud bang
Blood everywhere…splatter
Why did he do it?
People would ask
Why did he do it?
No one will know
Everyone breaks down in tears
Tears goes well with sudden death
Do I want to be buried?
Do I want to be cremated?
I never daydream that far
All I dream about is the day i ****


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