Death

Each night I dream of death,
Because my life is a nightmare.
I haven't been who I used to be,
Since the day it was introduced to me.
Sobriety lurks behind each door,
Like a hazy fog, trying to engulf me,
To remind me of what my life could have been.
I need to escape,
I must get to a higher level,
I'm cornered, but refuse to come down.
I put the barrel in my mouth and lightly squeeze the trigger.
BANG!
A steady flow of smoke spews from my mouth.
I feel a warm sensation, then numbness.
I'd kill myself,
If I wasn't dead already.