It can’t be harder than this
A long quiet awaits
in the bottom of this bottle
No more questions to answer
mute acceptance
comes at the end of this plunger
Scorn and judgement vanish
rebuke on deaf ears
after the scrip is emptied
We do this the hard way
it could all be over
with the courage in the trigger
the relief of being nothing
when all other respite eludes
the unquiet mind