Domino Effect

You want me dead.
Don't you?
You want to slit my throat,
My wrists.
Make me bleed.
You want me dead
Don't you?
Put the pistol to my head.
Hold it there,
While I fear for my pitiful life.
Pull the trigger.
Watch my thoughts
My fears
My loves
My hates
Float through the room in
Slow motion.
See my tears
And my blood
Fall down my flushed cheeks,
All with the simple sight
Of the human eye.
Hear my startled, shocked cry
As metal meets bone
And then blood.
You want me dead.
Don't you?
Then why am I still breathing?
Why aren’t I bleeding?
This invisible sword
Shoved through my ribcage
Causes only subliminal damage.
Though,
Bringing forth the much anticipated
Domino effect.
Your words lead to
My tears.
Saltwater waterfalls rush into rivers of
Rubies floating
Slowly past the surface.
You want me dead.
Don't you?
Then,
Finish the job.
Kill me
Pull the trigger,
Slash me into oblivion,
Make it slow,
End it quickly,
You want me dead.
So do it.