Brains???
Splattered against the wall.
No, not mine.
No one I know.

Yet, there they are???
In my mind.
A gruesome thought, I know.
Well, I don’t think it is.

Sure, the imagery is disgusting,
But the thought soothes.
I am not a sick boy.
Not like that, anyway.

But whether I think those brains are mine or someone else’s,
What I see in that scene is silence.
But not the bad silence.
I see true solace
Solace in not-being.

Of course, I don’t believe that dyingviolently or peacefullyis relieving.
No, not at all.
But thinking about it sure can be at times.
Yes, thinking about not thinking.
Chunky-salsa style.
Yum.