Insanity

Really wasn't sure where this one fitted in.

You are shocked by it. Stunned.
A useless meaning lost in it's fragile words.
So comfortably conforming.
Yet so distantly dismal.

You don't understand. Can't comprehend.
Reading between the lines you get caught in the excitement of the air that's escaping.
From your motionless lungs.
No longer breathing.

You see a clear shape. Out of focus.
Right in front of your eyes it's so plain to see that it's barely visible.
Your eyes stare.
Unblinking.

Your ears tune themselves. Hear a faint whisper.
A whisper caught in your throat the blood coagulating in the base of it.
Choking steadily.
To a frozen beat.

You are lulled by it. Drifting.
Into this dreamless sleep that only those that are dead inside seek to endure.
A blank dream.
So vivid in your mind.

And finally you loose your grip.
You're just too close for comfort and you can't take it anymore.
You thrust it to your head and in an instant

--yes it is supposed to stop like that. the idea was that they had thrusted the gun to their head and in an instant they were dead but read whatever you like into it.

*All votes and comments greatly appreciated as always.*