The Gun

The gun is pressed to your head
and your drink is empty.
Tears are flowing
down your face
while anxiety is flowing
through your veins.
Imagining the click of the shaft
gives you an excitement
you have never felt.
Do you press the trigger?

Beautiful Release.

The longing to hit the
highway
and drive to the sun
is intense.
Living on a caffeinated rage.
You need a release.
Nicottine stained fingers are a reminder
so you give in to
the temptation.
The burning crackles
while you suck hard,
and exhale the delicious mist.
You feel the mind numbing tension
pull out of your veins.
Life no longer seems irritating.
Beautiful Release.