Darkest moment

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! 

Why, why, why! 

It is no longer a question,

It is now a fact!

Always, no matter what,

Life kicks me and keeps me down! 

This bloody system of society,

Is just a ruthless bloody leech.

Take, take, take!

Till it is bloated and distended,

Just drops off and leaves a hole!

A gaping void where I just leak out!

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! 

Why do I put up with this shit!

 Eight till five for a paycheck,

Paid with my sweat!

A pittance for what I make the company.

Feed the capitalist beast, 

As it sucks me dry!

False hopes, thrown about freely, 

Reminded of how the bloody rich live,

And then lied too!

This could be you!

Graft hard and this is what you can achieve!

Yeah right!

Now I cost to much,

Outsource my work to India ,

Or wherever the hell,

It does not matter!

I made them millions!

I still make them millions!

I built their client base,

Sacrificing my family life,

Now they can cast me out,

After draining me,

To make even more!

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! 

Not fair!

Where is that bloody gun?

Blow those sycophantic yuppies away!

Watch each one plead,

Plead for their miserable lives.

See the horror in their eyes,

As I pull the trigger

And splatter their brains.

Cure this world of them!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Yes...now just to find my gun.

It will be in the last place I look!

Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! 

Nothing is working for me!

Screw this!

I am so tired.

Why do I keep doing the same thing?

Over and over and over,

Day after day, after day?

They do not need me anymore.

I am of no more use to them.

Depleted, ready to be deleted.

Discarded and sent to the refuse pile.

Sigh...

I should just end it all.

No more burden to anyone.

Just endless nothingness,

Much like my life now.

Worthless...

Finally I find the gun

And it is in the last place I look.

Ha, ha. Funny...only to me...sigh...

Oh well...time to end it.

Stick this bloody thing in my mouth,

And bite the bullet.

Metal sure tastes crap!

Wish my hands would stop shaking,

My career gone,

Everything I worked for,

For so long.

Now I am useless...

Enough thoughts, time to end it.

Count of three, pull the trigger.

One...

Two...

Two and a half...

Now or never three...

...

CLICK!

What!

Damn!

Forgot to load the bloody thing!

Stupid, no wonder they let me go!

What is there to live for?

There gun loaded,

Safety off,

Begin the count down Houston!

...

Safety back on,

Put the gun down slowly,

Tears trickle down my face.

In the door stands my wife,

Next to her my precious child.

Like angels sent from heaven,

To stay my hand,

Save me from myself.

I sit on my knees,

Crying a river.

They envelope me in their love.

I hear, between my sobs,

The scrapping of a gun,

As it is kicked away.

Together we cry...

Wispered in my ears.

We are here, stay with us...

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