Granted my life passes by..
darkened angels whisper why.
Eyes of cloudy color burns.
lifeless skin and dead end turns.
Needing something bright to see.
Blackened ash of burned down trees.
Metal twisted black and torched..
Magnetic claws of life pressed forth.
The want of something better looms.
What i see...it comes to soon..
Blood it pours, from my eyes.
A horrid future, bound by lies.
A tale told to me, within my ways.
My mind goes blank. todays the day.
If my soul is true to form,
It will remain to be reborn.
To punish those i wish not be,
To die this day...make history.
This poem it starts to make no sense.
Time to go...maybe repent.
I don't know. just really bored.
The gun is loaded.death at my door.
The hammer cocked...bullet splatters..
Head now broken, wounds don't matter.
Try again.. bigger shells.
That did it.....

Ummm sometimes counseling can help, or Prozac...

there just words ment to make you wonder

Feels like a prayer for Love's compassion

Ty for sharing this moment within you

I like your pick of words and your use of vivid description

nice man!