Saturday, August 22, 2009

Poem:Temple

Temple

With a gun to my temple
I could pull the trigger
Find the release I want
End it all for good

So tired, my souls tired
Just want peace
But will never find it
Nothing keeps my attention

Bullet ripping thru my hemispheres
Stopping the flow
The life slowly leaks out
The peace would come

Straight thru the temple
Hole in my head
The pressure would go away
Like a balloon deflating

Just one shot
No, make that a double
I can see the release
I escape thru my temple

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