Wish you could turn
off the
questions,
turn off the
voices, turn off
all sound.
Yearn to close out
the ugliness,
close out
the filthiness, close out all light.
Long to cast away yesterday,
cast away
memory, cast away all jeapordy.
Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty,
somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain.
Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut
a little
deeper, put the gun to your
chest.
