another darkish poem

happiness

Happiness what is
this odd little thing
of joy and glee to
you could it be a

warm tight family
hug or a kiss from
"the one" or is it
my choice of joy

a blade to the wrist
when blood bubbles
up and a sensation
of warm tingles you

a pill, the last one of
a series uncountable
goes into you and the
world becomes black

when the gun is held
to your broken heart
and that final breathe
that comes before you

pull back