Through A Man's Head

This note is graphical..kindly avoid reading if you are a sensitive person.

Blood splattered on the windows, a white substance dripping from the walls.
Flies buzzing from his mouth with a stench that could cling on to your clothes for days.
I saw all of this through a huge hole in a mans head.
Why did he have to put a revolver in his mouth and blow his brains out?
Standing behind him, I dreaded seeing his face, or perhaps the remains of it.
He sat in that swingable chair, with his legs twisted in a fashion only him could explain.
A cigarette butt with a black hole on the carpet, he must have drawn-in a last smoke.
...and as his cat smoothly walked in on me like nothing wrong ever happened,
I soon realised how lonely he must have felt before his demise.
A demise he must have brought upon himself for some reason.
A reason he must have entertained for some time.
A time he must have chosen for some lie.
A lie he must have believed in exchange for his life...
With a sigh, I looked for a note or perhaps a recorded tape..there must have been something..
He wouldnt just die like that without telling a soul why he did it.
I gave up within the hour after hitting the light switch and nothing happened.
It was getting too dark in there and I left my specks in the car.
I could see blood stained mail and unopened electric bills piled-up on the floor.
I disgustedly chased the cat busy leaking his brains off the wall..she must have been hungry.
From the smell, the poor man pulled his trigger more than a week ago.
It was now pitch black but I couldnt just leave without seeing his face.
The cops said they'd be there in the next minute..as they always promise.
I turned him on his chair to see his face..........
I couldnt believe that the man sitted in that chair was................. ME!!!

( We die spiritually before we realise it..."its the little foxes that destroy the vine"...
song of solomon 2:15 )