a self-inflicted victim in october

Okay October has been a good month so far. Aside from Cherry Bleeds picking up a short story and switching out of a dead end shit hole job into a more fruitful one. But then again November should be good too. It'll be a birthday, a new house, and Zygote in My Coffee will be showering love on my head. And hopefully the girl will be able to show up for Thanksgiving like we've planned. anyway aside from that minor crap. here's some lovin' for all the support from all of you. especially will, my writing brother, because he's more like my older brother and it's something I probably should have had.

funeral for a self-inflicted victim
this time I didn't lie.
this time I didn't care.
this time I put the bullet between the eyes,
and sang songs to the fireflies that started to appear.
straight through the cranial wall.
a stigma to the imagination.
a creative port opened up and freshly poured out broken.
a tragedy of lives written by errors.
Slowly turning themselves around,
with difficult whispers and miscommunicated love.
This time I didn't lie.
This time I didn't care.
This time I put the bullet between the eyes,
and the birds flew into the sky with the crash.