Not My Time
I see people that can not be seen
I hear voices but don't know what they mean
Looking for the answers
Researching my dreams
The voices keep shouting
"We're inside your head"
So much noise
I'd be better off dead
Lifting up the revolver
A gentle squeeze of the trigger
BANG one shot
BANG Two shot
BANG,BANGThree shot four
Blank after Blank
I can't take much more.
Copyright © Michael Jinks | Year Posted 2015
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