Black Hole

I push two fingers against my temple cocking my thumb back, wishing it was a gun wishing so hard, I become the bullet. I pull the trigger and fly down the barrel colliding with myself, imploding into paradox my eternal soul becomes oblivion, the true death for a God. Finally eternity has lost its sting. Endless memories will haunt me no more; numberless days of pain cease to be. Friends, family, love, no longer exist. Did they ever really exist at all, and could I have done this to everyone?