Removing your hourglass from the shelf
Feeling the weight of time in your hands
Grains of sand piling up
Feeling that there’s nothing left to say
Removing yourself
Seems to be the only way
You’ve had enough
Sorrow etched into your face
The burden of emotion
Giving in to the notion
You’d be better off
Leaving this place
The cut of all of the wrong
Lost and broken
The keenness of the blade
Dragging across the wounds
All of it never spoken
Excise the pain
Firmly rooted in your brain
The slide of metal on metal
The shaking in your hands
As you insert the key in the lock
Of the bands
Around your heart
The tick of the clock
The weight of the Glock
Trembling
How did you get here
Where did the madness get a start
Consciousness ripped away
The thunder
And the spray
Of all of your yesterdays
Nothing left to say
Couldn’t face another tomorrow
The burden of...