Dark Thoughts

Words of love wear thin in the winter air

Like the smoke from a freshly burnt cigarette

Her love burns away slowly like cold embers

I'am left to my own device with dark fantasies

Feelings of joy disappear like the summer season

My thoughts grow dim and dreams become grim

I foresee the blued steel of a .45 turn crimson red

A cold barrel turn warm, covered in fresh blood

A quick gasp of precious air and then solitude

Yet, I cling to life like this bottle of tequila

Biding my time, waiting out a life sentence

A masochist using every opportunity to plunge the knife

Deeper and deeper yet never hitting the vein

Isolate, brimming with all of these dark thoughts