Second Rate Suicide

I hear something
In my head
And sure enough
It wants me dead
I inquired its name
To which said
'I am your Conscience,
Now follow me to the shed'
So I did
I went where I was led
It told me to hang by wire
But I shot myself instead
Falling back, bleeding out
Hitting concrete, my final bed
Cold but not, aware these are my final thoughts:
So much... Red
So much...



Dead.