Fading

Lightning flashes,
thunder rolls
Rain clatters on the tin porch roof
 
My hope, my faith
pour down the gutter into the earth
Nature cries my tears for me
 
I want so badly to die
I can taste the blackness
In desperation I reach for...
 
Five bullets and a trigger
are looming ever bigger
But it only takes one to reach
the kill-switch on the sun
 
Lights out and all is done
The movie's over, the reaper's won
 
Life is a scam of struggle and pain
A Hollywood ending
never stood a chance
 
The game is rigged, only the favored lives
cross the finish-line
to take the prize
 
The rational response on any normal day
would be to cut my losses
and quietly walk away.