GasMask in 1st Book...

I am an Imploding Explosion.
A Stillborn Mutant.
I talk in reverse.
But, You won’t listen.

I am a Nameless Name.
A Faceless Face.
Meaningless words shot from Holy Guns.
Daggers tipped in the poison of a Sirens’ Song.

The Pills ran out.
The Whiskeys’ gone.
The Hookers left,
and no ones home.

It’s silent and calm.
I still hear the noise.
The quiet static of decay.
One bullet to mock my life.
An empty casket to mock my death.

God is silent,
as I walk through the shadow of the valley of death.
I am counting numbers until the last.
Choking and Hiding behind a broken Gasmask.