Author of horror genre
“When That Time Comes”
Going to cry
Sincerely, going to cry
Really wishing
I would die
Palms are sweaty
Eyes filled with tears
My whole body
Shaking from fear
I just don’t get it
Why me?
Why me?
My spirit’s bound
Longing to be free
Just pull the trigger
And I’m done
My hand firmly grips
The butt of the gun
The barrel sets
Between my lips
The gun comes to rest
At my hips
Written on 10/7/2022