Apr 2010
I've made my decision
now let's play roulette
I'll take the black
If you take the red
Watch the ball spin
past colours that blur
My eyes follow
while my vision obscures
Thoughts whir
as the dial stops
dancing with death
as I hear the gun pop
I close my eyes
waiting to die
not this time
though my end
feels nigh
The barrel makes
a menacing sound
as it goes around
and around and around
and around
Where it stops nobody knows
In its chambers
my heart echos
It aches
it pumps with ferocity
with vitality and fervor
Counting down the seconds
'til it utters its last quiver
Standing boldly
laying down
crunched up in
womb's position
This is where I started,
and So shall I end here.
Tick. Tick. Boom.
now let's play roulette
I'll take the black
If you take the red
Watch the ball spin
past colours that blur
My eyes follow
while my vision obscures
Thoughts whir
as the dial stops
dancing with death
as I hear the gun pop
I close my eyes
waiting to die
not this time
though my end
feels nigh
The barrel makes
a menacing sound
as it goes around
and around and around
and around
Where it stops nobody knows
In its chambers
my heart echos
It aches
it pumps with ferocity
with vitality and fervor
Counting down the seconds
'til it utters its last quiver
Standing boldly
laying down
crunched up in
womb's position
This is where I started,
and So shall I end here.
Tick. Tick. Boom.
Author's Note:
Don't worry kids, I'm not suicidal. This was partly inspired by a song I heard, and partly by a most recent conversation that I had with someone dear to me. It's an extended metaphor, a twisted allegory if you will, with a "moral of the story" that isn't so PG rated. But that's life kiddies. Take it or leave it, but the hot spoon will always burn your mouth unless you blow on it. And even then you run the risk of losing a few taste buds. But they grow back right? Well, that's all for now.
Love,
Masque
Don't worry kids, I'm not suicidal. This was partly inspired by a song I heard, and partly by a most recent conversation that I had with someone dear to me. It's an extended metaphor, a twisted allegory if you will, with a "moral of the story" that isn't so PG rated. But that's life kiddies. Take it or leave it, but the hot spoon will always burn your mouth unless you blow on it. And even then you run the risk of losing a few taste buds. But they grow back right? Well, that's all for now.
Love,
Masque
