A Sinner's Mind

Oh me oh my; I think this is the end.

Oh how much I have sinned.

What would it matter if just for one night

I put my gloves down and ended the fight?

Just to close my tired eyes

And say good-bye.



As I hold this gun heavy with lead

I think back to how much I have bled

I speak to myself: “Am I even sane?”

No, a sane person doesn’t feel this much pain.



My eyes shut and I sing a lovely tune.

Then I count down in my head

THREE...

TWO...

ONE...

Boom.