In Memory

locked in my room

alone with my gun and my dreams

the steel in my mouth

so close to the end

it’s so dark in my shell

when the light disappears

the walls hold in my pain

the darkness is my only friend

turn my eyes towards the sky

then back into my pit

the gun’s my blanket

and the end is in sight

my soul is breaking down

my heart is gone

a harrowing fear

that will finally be beaten

the barrel tastes like candy

and carresses my weakened heart

the one shot

ends my eternal fight.

In memory of Andrew Seney, whom we lost to suicide on September 4th, 2001. I know you’re free now, Andy.

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.