Last October

Lying in bed

With a gun to my head

I am slumberless

Memories seep into fathoms of deep

Disillusionment

Pillow of red

Futile thoughts never said

It's all gone

Take it away

This sadness

And pain

Heart grown cold

Through tales of old

Funeral feast

Bringing violent beasts

To the parlor floor

Fortune and fame

Will not be quite the same

It's an open door

Nothing to give

Nothing to get

Make it stop

Did you hear her

Pull the trigger

Never knowing

Blood was flowing

Down

Down

Down

Down

Poetry page

Showing nothingness

And rage

Death is my home

Where I shall roam