Trigger Happy (Heading Toward The Dead End) Poem by Axley Blaze

I'm driving in between ‘Uzi Central, ' and ‘M-16 Highway'
The voices; they all warn me,
But, instead—I still do things my way.
Driving down ‘Memory Lane, '
I do a U-turn onto the road called ‘Grief and Pain'
As I pull over, I try to catch my breath
But, I see a sign that says: ‘Welcome to Death'
I turn, I peel, I do another U-turn
From the city that is wreckage,
From a town tagged, ‘The Inferno's Burn'
Though I've departed again, I turn in the wrong direction
Down a street they've renamed ‘Reflection'
I close my eyes as I speed faster,
I don't want to remember The Colorful Disaster!
The moods and the thoughts remain there—all posted
Bits and scraps to memory parties, that—yes, I once hosted
I find ‘The Suicide Gala, ' the ‘Palace of Panic'
The ‘Museum of Madness, ' the ‘Forest of the Frantic'
I see it all as I'm driving 
And, next up, of course, ‘Welcome to Dying'
The ‘Valley of Death' seduces me
I drive in circles, as she reduces me
‘Nowheresville' is where I pause—
But the contract is binding
I never demanded a clause
I cannot escape, as the engine goes dead
Like the scenery, the visions; they rot inside my head!
Save me from ‘Vacancy, ' the purest hell-hole,
I can't pass the gate, I can't pay the toll
I don't have 2Cents—advice, or any emotions to give!
So, I freeze in between traffic, stuck on this bridge
The bridge is ‘Frozen in Time'
With the next exit; ‘The Warped Little Rhyme'
Some piper boy's dreaming
I hear another twisted riddle;
I enter; ‘The House of 1,000 Corpses'
As he plays the funeral song on his fiddle!
The tune that he plays—
The hum he is humming; 'Get the hell out of here! '
As the drummer boy is drumming!
I reach a roadblock with no escape
‘Trigger Happy'—the sign welcomes me
Of course, it's too late, and I'll die at this rate!
It is the ending, my life is completed
The roads, bridges, and the cities, yes, it's all been deleted.
‘Trigger Happy' was where I was always headed
Nothing to fear, actually, it cured my life-long dread; it did.
And, this dead-woman-walking is silent, with nothing left to be said of it.
I park the car, wait for the ethereal creatures they send
To assist me in this departure, to allow me to descend
I've finally made it to the correct locale;
Not anothe moment to spend
As I enter the trail —I'm at ‘The Dead End'.

© copyright 2017-2024 Trigger Happy (Heading Toward The Dead End) Nicole D'Settēmi