one more thing..

Is it progression if a cannibal uses a fork?
-Chiodos

I always thought this title was just some abstract bull shit. It never clicked. I get it now..
And heres what it inspired.

I pulled a gun today
Put a bullet in the chamber
The trigger felt okay
But fought against my finger
My hands began to shake
As i thought about the pain
Maybe this is not the way
put the gun down again

I pulled a knife today
Sounds like progress to me
Perhaps it wouldnt kill me
At least not as badly
I put it to my throat
And in red ink i wrote
A flatline
disguised as a note

I held some pills today
Frowned at the taste
Lowering the risk
Progressing i think
They fell from my hand
Scattered on the floor
Maybe tomorrow ill find more

I found a rope today
Tied a knot that stayed
Fit it to my neck
And stood unphased
But the chair wouldnt move
My feet wouldnt let it
So i didnt hang today
Progress. I said it.