My internal dark rage, resting inside my head…
…your blood pressure rising, as I quietly sleep.

Homicidal visions, conjured up in our bed…
…while I snore loudly, over to me you creep.

You gently plug me nose, my mouth under your hand…
…I naturally react, with an instinctive thrash.

You are thrown off me, you had not had that planned…
…still in my deep slumber, your attempt was quite brash.

You contemplate my death, until the morning dawn…
…underneath my pillow, my forty four handgun.

I begin to awake, stretching my arms I yawn…
…you are laying next to me, not knowing what I’ve done.

Gun powder on my hands, you a bloodied face…
…my madness from within, one bullet you embraced.