Delusional Suicide.
Ulises Vargas
February 14, 2025.
Taser my wrist, it’s my death wish.
Electric lighter to my fingers, feel the tingles of numbness.
Feel that thunderbolt rip like a jolt of energy.
Frankenstein’s creation, I’m a living delusion.
Emotions phase me like hallucinations.
The world is bright only in my imagination.
In the crimson pools gushing from my neck,
I see a red heart that beats with love.
I’ve seen euphoria rush and shove,
In the teeter as the light blinks and life gives out.
From this world, relieve me.
To the saints, release me.
My dying wish, to be happy in the afterlife;
To see what others see,
To be the normalcy others achieve.
I see no grace in this dark place,
Void of emotion, lacking of motivation.
Spinning engines tell me I’m alive,
Yet the void haunts me like a hole and knife.
I’ve chased this end my whole life,
To die free of strife.
There’s no joy in my employ,
No happiness in my manifest.
Existence is but a jest,
A testament to cruelty’s best.
So I swallow my poison,
And snort until I form lesions,
So this life may slip away
From my hands into the finite.