"Welcome me Home, (The Open Arms of Eternity)."

Shades of Miseries; these are my
Refuge now, from an Accursed
Spiteful Sun

Each new day of its arising in the
Eastern sky doesn't bring new Hope
or dreams that we did once think;

Only the Countdown till my Eternality...

I'm writing my Infamy; my own
Fucking Eulogy

Will I blink at its Welcoming: "Fuck No,"

I hope it's seamless and immediate
without a chance for me to rest or take
a Breath

I've stared down the barrel of a gun: told
him to do what he wants;

"Come on now, stop making me anticipate:
my cocks hard and I'm about to Cum,"

I'm still here so, you know, the deed wasn't
done: "Fuck; The Bastard gave me Blue balls,"

"Fuck; I was that Close,"

I had to go, and, Shoot Myself: all over the
sheets; not even bleach removes my stains...

Next time, I'll use lye to cleanup my spilled
proteins

Strange...

How the Emptiness feels like the glowing red
from a fireplace in a, "Good Home;"

But, I've always sought for the Security of one
of those and never found it

Strange...

How the Love of an  hollow point .357 slug
would also feel as Welcoming as a...

"Good Home,"

But, "Fucking Alas; I don't have that goddamned
much Resolve: to Welcome Myself into that...

"Long Home,"