I once had a dream that somebody was killed with a gun
seemingly enough you were that someone
I sat beside you crying while I watched you wither
but baby, it was me who accidently pulled the trigger
I mistakingly killed the one person I love
I tripped and fell making it shoot you from above
You fell down with a boom and your head hit with a crack
blood shot out everywhere and dirtied my shack
I picked up the gun and brought it fast to my head
"Death..Please take me instead."
I woke up with a tear streaming down my cold face
and I looked around to see my room, everything in it's place
I laid back on my pillow which was so badly cursed
"Yes death" I pleaded.."Please take me first."
