Selfish Death

The mind is a mysterious vessel It carries decisions and memories of yesterday but No matter how many whiskeys, they will not disappear It replays life altering choices Alongside choices not made, in a whine A stamp of regret imprinted on the brain The only way to erase it, through death As Sisyphus, my punishment is grueling but deserved The ache of self-loathing is like shouldering 100 slaughtered men The colt 45 calls louder today than normal Its call seducing Claiming the pestering will dissipate if only I paint the ceiling crimson red Oh, I think today its victorious As the liberating barrel tastes of sweet escape Its forces are immense and face withered resistance Swimming thoughts fly away Refreshing darkness comes with one, quick, pull.