A Beautiful Exit
Gothic Style Poetry
The taste of silver in my mouth.
The barrel smooth against my tounge...
My reality is lucid, liquid, dripping like colors.
The bullet chasing my dreams into eternity.
Bursting from the back of my skull like a blooming flower.
Letting my memories run like rivers down my back.
Splattered memories on the wall...
My eyes rolling behind my head, searching the heavens for stars!
The screen in my mind fading to black... like an old movie.
I can hear the static, the white noise is crackling.
As my soul exits, the final show.
My body takes its final bow.
About the Creator
Israel "Jade" Hector
Hello! My name is Israel but you can call me Izzy for short. I do freelance writing as a form of self-expression and release. I love the macabre, dark, and spooky kind of things... sometimes the darkness can be a beautiful place!
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