Black Hole

I push two fingers against my temple
cocking my thumb back, wishing it was a gun
wishing so hard, I become the bullet.
I pull the trigger and fly down the barrel
colliding with myself, imploding into
paradox my eternal soul becomes
oblivion, the true death for a God.
Finally eternity has lost its sting.
Endless memories will haunt me no more,
numberless days of pain cease to be.
Friends, family, love, no longer exist.
Did they ever really exist at all,
and could I have done this to everyone?