No Short Thinking Poem by Domes wau

Gun...gun I need it now
Putting a bullet to my head, I know
Hurts faster than a knife
My soul suicide to think being naive
Even a death is almost blind
To see what I am going to do blindly

Eyes have never seen the light of life
Two hands cannot hold a hope
Feet won’t walk forward to achieve something new
Holes of nose always smell bad things
Seems no clues, no ways

Where is the gun?
I want it now! !
A blind death already awaits me after this life
A cemetery would be my last place
A death body will be a black ash

O.. God
Am I still with You?
When I die like a sunless man
No bright, no shining
Only like a black shadow I am
Please.. give me your bless after the bullet stays on my brain

No.. it couldn’t happen
A hell is my place, I realized
Sleeping on an uncomfortable thorn bed
A fire burning my skin
No water that I can drink

Spine-chilling to feel that place
Makes me want to run away
Crying and screaming that maybe you could do
Not willing to stay like a red ghost

Now,
Afraid of doing short thinking
Not playing the gun that makes me hopelessly
Be like a killer to get a best one
Because no one is like me