It's so nice
Having nothing to do
Having time to think
Having time just to me
Well
Actually
The more I think
The more I feel as if a drill is pushed through my ear
Blood trickles down my nose
As I yell
'Help! Anyone! Please! '
I look to the hand pulling the trigger
It's mine

Joshua Tracy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-murderer-2/