The alarm ringing like a screaming sun.
Beaming into my eyes, these morning notifications,
romanticised wishfully, dark thoughts won,
but mind placed on the bedside, a reachable location.
Invented and imagined, an easy morning escape.
Not the silhouette of a warm touch or wet lip,
but the cold steel of a barrel my mind will create.
If only it were real, I could empty the clip.