Suicide Theatrics

Would anyone pay admission
to watch me load some ammunition
and shoot myself into submission
in this most alarming display?

Would anybody watch my demise
call to me, with yells and cries,
scream their anger to the skies
as I blow myself away?

In their velvet-lined theater seats,
would they watch as my heart beats,
and my crimson lifeblood bleeds,
and clap as my soul drifts away?

As I die upon the stage,
would they be filled with crazy rage,
and beg for me to stop my charades
and I would answer not to their cries.

It is my last artistic way
for my body to subside
to gather a large crowd on this day
and commit suicide.