Bleached Eyes in Poetry

I use my gun
To play roulette
With my brain
For it humors my decay
To know that I’m
One bullet away
From killing my insanity

The pain of being alone
Is torture
Alienated and trapped
Satan holds the strings
Inside his Medieval Baphomet
Pushing and pulling me
To the final journey of death

The shadows of this dream
Are distorted by
The red light of the Moon
Persuaded by delusions
There was a key
To set your soul free
And no one warns you of the cost and price
To betray yourself
As you bleach your eyes well