Holden Caulfield and his Depressed Soul

by The Masked Wanderer

poems told from Holden's perspective and focusing on certain themes in the book

2. Death

Death (Iambic Tetrameter) (No Rhyme)

I like the gun in my fingers
It makes me feel happy inside
I want to shoor all who come near
Then maybe I should kill myself

I like the blood on my fingers
It gives me a reason to live
Until I have killed everyone
And relieved myself of the pain

I like the pain in my fingers
It makes me feel special inside
It makes me feel tough and manly
And gives me a reason to kill

I like the death on my fingers
For Death cannot abandon me
There are many phonies to kill
And always one of me to kill