Shadow and Smoke

this is kinda about homicide :-)

With each smoky thought 

comes an equal reaction. 

Images of butterflies float in your mine, 

equaled with a smile. 

Thoughts of murder are equaled 

with shaking fists and loaded guns. 

Everyday the push gets stronger 

and thoughts get louder. 

Days and nights pass slowly. 

Unable to sleep, 

you plan 

or shiver due to your thoughts. 

Each day your fear grows stronger 

as your mind slowly chooses. 

With a gun dead in your pocket, 

your head spins 

while the drugs take place in your mind. 

Ghostly motions trace your actions, 

like a lucid dream. 

But as the screams echo through the halls 

with gunshots following, 

your brain wakes to the truth of your shadowed silhouette. 

You turn your gun away from the many dead 

and the cowardly living, 

to yourself. 

With the heater to your temple, 

a presence within you pulls the trigger, 

giving the halls a new design of tragedy. 

Author's Note

:-)