My Life's Pleasures

Frozen Silver

I'm alone in my own world where it's dark and cold.

So young I am, I fear of growing old.

With no connections, I sit on this frozen concrete floor.

After my short 17 years, I've realized that Life's a whore.

And there is no outlet in my horrid fears.

So I'm going to give Life back all these painful years.

In a mild subconscious state, I think of my fate.

This air, so thin with heavy distaste.

My blood is thicker than paste.

As it pumps carelessly in my veins.

Soon, from the ceiling it will rain.

I clench my jaw in acute indecisiveness.

This curse has turned into a sickness.

Next to me is a metal object polished to shine.

The idea to use it sounds so damn fine.

It lies there, taunting me with it's silvery gloss.

No one here, no one now, is my boss.

As I touch it my hand trembles in excitement.

I've reached my final indictment.

The finish is cold, just like me.

In a few minutes, just a few hundred glorious moments.

I will be free.

I lean against the wall, made of smooth cement.

To Heaven and to Hell my love is sent.

Don't know which one'll recieve me.

But I guess, soon we'll see.

Raising the gun up to my jaw.

I swear it was her I saw.

Running after me, with smeared eyeliner and mascara.

On her face was the look of fear and paranoia.

But it was a few moments too late.

When she had gotten to me.

My soul was set free.