Out With A Bang Not A Whimper.

I spoke on the phone,
Angry and torn,
She cut me up with her voice,
Now I'm ready to die urgently.

The inner struggles,
Are burning my soul,
I'm raring to go,
Out with a bang not a whimper.

I look at the TV screen,
I see wasted talent,
And just incompetence,
I turn it off,
And turn the radio on,
The static noise and a upbeat voice,
Mellow my intentions.

I walk the streets,
Like a lost puppy,
I witness cries and see people,
Nearing their demise,
Because of alcohol and drugs,
Like me,
Their done.

My torment stems from losing a love,
I now know I must survive,
The tensions and restrictions,
But I feel I'm losing my innocence.

I walk to the drug store,
To gain nothing,
To absorb narcotics,
Like a sponge drenched in water.

I look at the employer,
She smiles at my fake smile,
I take the painkillers,
And I walk away,
Lost in my old ways.

I walk home,
Taking steps that might kill me,
But I don't care about my existence,
I just want to pulverise the demon that resides,
In my head.