Sitting down right here on this crooked wooden floor that’s squeaking from my weight,
A gun pressed against my head the cold metal sending shivers down my spine as I wait,
The anticipation building up, I swear I could feel the suspense, and honestly I’m so afraid,
Muscles tensing up, my eyes close, there’s a burning coursing through my veins,
Not sure if it’s from the situation or the assortment of pills I took to get rid of my pain,
Waiting, I can feel my heart accelerate like a car at some race,
Gun clicks like a clock counting down my time as I brace,
Bracing for impact, waiting for the bullet to enter into my brain,
Taking too long, why is he taking so long? I just don’t understand.
I fight back my fear to open up my eyes what I see I just cant begin to comprehend,
Because I’m alone in this room and that gun against my head is in my hands.
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Wow, what a way to start my week off. Very intense my friend!
Glad you enjoyed it, wasn’t quite sure on this one. It’s much more intense and emotion based rather than fluent lines.
Your soul shines in this dark post my friend, all expressions are art to me 😉
I know Dan said it but this is super intense!! Great write
Thanks for taking the time to read and even more to give feedback, it always drives me to do better!
A view into a very disturbed mind leaps off my screen. Your words, your imagination, i hope it isn't a part of your life these days.
Compelling and dramatic work.
I can say my mind is in a much better place than it once was, however I still tend to draw inspiration from those days.
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