Inside A Deadly Mind Poem by Thinking In Grey

Like the petals upon a dying rose I know the end is near
An invitation she never did receive, a gracious host I have always been
No surprise then as I welcome her with no fear

Being alive is but a continuation of breaths, that which intercepts the breaths is living
I remember not a time when a meaningful event intercepted the breaths

Few ever consider it and even less do it
Most look down upon those who do it and never care to know why
A solution it might not be, but a way out it certainly is
Wait your turn some say, to them I say 'nay, ' for my time is today

It is on this warm summer day that I have laying within my palms a means to an end
As I bend my index finger I hear a loud click
The cold shivers the muzzle sends along my spine are the last things I feel-
Before I end it all and find myself enveloped in a serene silent peace...
Till We Meet Again, GoodBye


(09/March/2011)