DOWN
the piercing sound of screaming
in my pulsing mortal head
the pictures scrolling by
while i lay awake in bed
i pound my head in fury
the screaming just got louder
my boney fists do nothing
i feel i have no power
pick up a pair of scissors
and tear my sickly face
i wish to make it stop
now blood is what i taste
i stopped with all the scratching
there's nowhere i can run
just lay here in my bed
and think about that gun
the last thing i remember
was the redness of my brow
the bullet entered swiftly
but i dont remember how