Maybe Ill put a bullet in my head.
Maybe I'm just better off dead.
Maybe we'll see the shadow of a brighter greener day
only to wallow in the muck of this sad, grotesque play.
Annoyed by the following of a brutal couplet rhyme,
just a few more words to scribble if I can find the time
before the bullet makes it's mark.
And all I see falls dark.
And all you know is beyond redemption.
Screw it. Bite me. Goodbye.
Fret not!
Don't give up!
It's Friday!
No need to do anything hasty before the weekend. That's what Mondays for!