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.