” A Beautiful Exit “


The taste of silver in my mouth.
The barrel smooth against my tongue...
My reality is lucid, liquid, dripping like colors.
The bullet chasing my dreams into eternity.
Bursting from the back of my skull,
blooming like flowers.
Letting my memories run like rivers down my back.
Splattered memories on the wall...
My eyes rolling behind my head,
searching the heavens for stars!
The screen in my mind fading to black,
like an old movie.
I can hear the static, the white noise crackling.
As my soul exits, the final show.
My body takes its final bow.

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