death rattle

My bottomless depression

It consumes my every thought

Can’t see the reason why I’m here

I’d just as soon be not

The blood flows freely from the wound

The rope has gotten taut

The bullet flies so quickly

From the gun that I just bought

I tried to hang and stab myself

I missed all seven shots

And now I fear that I’m still here

A thing I fear a lot

We always thrived and still survived

Though many battles fought

I’d really like some slumber now

I’d really like to rot

So why must you deny me this,

This death that I have wrought?

You always teased me with the prospect,

But I guess it’s all for naught

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher