Within hidden shadow
Deeply secluded behind a veneer
Of calm and quiet composure
Lies a fantasy I figure
Should maybe exist in the open
I'm playing music
Genre switches depending on a culmination
Of external forces
Streaming my existence to the world
I pick up a gun in shining chrome
Cold and hauntingly beautiful
As the music ebbs and flows
I examine the details
Indulge in the cold touch of metal
There's no camera
People only hear what I want them to
In a moment of almost silence
I put the barrel in my mouth
The taste a foreign drug
Uncomfortable and comforting
I close my eyes and then the music fades
A final moment shared yet unrealized
