Regarding de-stresser's.

As a defense mechanism we all have a destresser, something to vent the days little frustrations, I usually find that picking off the pixilated head a hapless gamer at 200 yards with a high powered sniper rifle a very good way of releasing stress. But there is a time for video game violence and a time for creativity. Writing, whether it be poetry or heaven forbid blogging (cough) do about as much for me as gaming ever will. This is actually a rather new discovery in my life, for the longest time I thought, "If I'm sad write happy, If I'm happy write jubilated". I never really felt comfortable writing little stories about wonderlands were bunny's barf rainbows and unicorns the shit skittles when I felt like smashing my head on a hard surface. So I decided instead of buying a helmet I would try my hand at being morbid, writing in a way that would make my problems seem trivial to the subject of these demented little poems. After I read the finished product I could honestly say I felt like singing in the rain. My issues were obviously trivial to those of the masochistic literature I scrolled down on paper. Well this is what I came up with, keep in mind it's a dramatic exaggeration of a frustrating day, not true apathy in any life threatening sense. Enjoy!

Fingers numb as they wrap around the muzzle feeling whiskey numbed pain,
a white sock covered foot pushing down on the trigger in vain.
Ignorant to life feeling the strife of selfish pride
Moments before it's to be spilled from his flesh to feed the gate keeper to the light at the end of the tunnel.
A place with no greed, no hunger to feed a habit, no need for a bottle to kill the pain, laughing.
The splatter a New Testament the resounding bang a hymn on high. One misguided last expression of a frustrated youth,
congealing on a white washed wall.