Setting the scene

He sits alone in the dark
A small light flickers from his  cigarette spark
Pitched on his roof outside his bedroom window
He's way up high yet he feels so low
The stress in his life eats him away
Dark things run through his mind all day
From where he sits he can see the whole city
Full of hate, shame and pity
Today he wishes to take a load off
He raised his hand to cover his mouth as he coughed 
He spans his gaze back across the skyline
And a tear drops from his eye
He wakes up every morning wishing he could die
If he's here for a reason, he doesn't know what
He thinks to himself as he notices an old cut
On his wrist
Of a time he was so selfish and pissed
He tried not to exist
He wonders if life is some kind of hell
Do angels get wings when you jingle a bell
He thought oh well
Not worth it to burden myself
He went back in his room and pulled a gun off the shelf
There's only one way to make a point
The only way I'm gonna leave this joint
He jingles a bell, and cocks back the hammer
Time to see if heaven is real
If it's worth all the glamour 
He sits on the corner of his bed
With the gun up to his head
The scene fades to black sirens blare in the distance
He's done it that's it, he's erased his existence

By LukeCoomer (c)