lmao Objective dodged a bullet this week to the Suicide pic
I was cooking
Some contemplate suicide’s selfish conclusion
but not on the scale you and I intended to do it.
The setting you choose is crucial,
with many options to settle on,
but for want of a better one, I opt for a restaurant.
I want to seat everyone that’s wronged me in the past
so they come to see exactly why my blood is on their hands.
To put it into action while minimising my labour costs
the white of the table cloth will help highlighting the fatal shot.
Hiring a paid-deposit suit for the event that I’m staging has
the inexpense of me paying cash on something I’ll never be taking back.
The hem of its plain cravat pinches tight when talking aloud
but means it won’t fall to the ground once blood pours from my mouth.
I thought that the dour monochromatic colour scheme
had the look of seeming formal while it masked what’s underneath.
The handgun is discreet enough to conceal in my pocket
but the magnum has it beat close-range if we were to cock it.
The easier option to me is a shotgun, just to make deadly sure,
as five percent who survive a headshot miss the brain’s central core.
I’ve an eight weapon shortlist as I narrow the field
with eyes wide as each barrel I wield and hands just as steeled.
The disadvantage of peeling a cap under my chin
would have been if I suddenly slipped and the bullet had missed.
To put the gun into my mouth would negate the problem
of taking caution and seemed by far the “safer” option.
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