The feel of the gun in my hand
it is so cold like my heart
I no longer have feeling
no longer guilty of my sins
darkness falls over my head
as I stare into his eyes
he is pleading with me
wanting to live forever
to get a second chance
silly boy he is dreaming
at least he will be soon
no one gets a second chance
not in this cruel world
people die everyday
only he won't be missed
not even found out here
in what they call nature
the animals will have a meal
not that he has any meat
the tears start falling
his pleas become louder
I can't stand that noise!
it makes me more angry
wanting to get rid of him faster
to point the gun and rid him
let him fall to another death
down into the ravine
that is 100 feet below
dejavous is what he'll experience
not everyone gets to see it
he should be greatful
I am doing him a favor
the bastard doesn't appreciate
I smile as the gun is at his head
he screams even more
I begin to laugh
all it takes is one squeeze
and he is gone
he looks into the barrel
that is right between his eyes
and he falls to his second death
