Bloodlust

Apr 30 2011

Published by pixie at 1:28 pm under Dark Love Poems

“breathe in… breathe out,” he says
im still wondering why i said anything, even if he does love me
my death doesnt mean much.
suicide…
such a tame term
for those who still deny
those who think its cowardly
maybe it is
but i really cant do this
i need… silence
theres this crap load of noise in my head
“dont pull that shit with me,” i answer, practically screaming
he wants to call the police, im sure
he wants to ruin me, my future
“im not some fucking mental case.”
this is such a waste
such a waste of my last few minutes
bcuz i WILL pull the trigger this time
i need this
i need clarity
sanity
but hes making this hard
and i hate him for it
fury
bloodlust
i turn the gun on him
“calm down. listen to me…”
i inch the trigger closer to death
another centemeter…