Trigger Half Pulled

In the chamber lies his fate,
himself, a bullet, and the gun.
The pistol is his final mate.
He has nowhere left to run.

Releases the chamber with six slots;
the bullets in, the gun is cocked.
Only one bullet, only one shot,
this is the end of being mocked.

Puts the gun up to his head,
all pain and emotions annulled.
Realizes that this can't be the end,
leaving the trigger half pulled.