Suicidal tenderness

Kneeling to the shimmering ring from the barrel of his gun. 

All it takes is a single bullet to prove his time is done. 

Staring at the bullets tip in the pit of doom it lies. 

No thoughts on why it's come to this . 

No droplets from his eyes. 

His trigger finger itching to squeeze the life right from his bones. 

Its not so nice to know your price . 

To realise your alone. 

He lived in peace but died at war with the devil in his mind.

All he wanted was understanding, 

and even this he failed to find. 

Pressed against the roof of his mouth

He can taste the bullets wrath

Gunpowder greets his taste buds 

In his mind the demons laugh. 

Subconsciously he sees his end .

But can't recoil the spring

Pulling back the trigger squeezed and "BANG" the heavens ring. 

Motionless the pistol falls and lays beside its maker.

Emptiness, the reaper crawls to be the corpses taker. 

Realising he saves his pride if he fired at the clouds.

 His soul remains but his mind is lost the damage was so loud. 

His posture falls, his shoulders drop, his head just hits the ground. 

He sinks into the life he lost, in death his life was found. 

Open eyes, looking down at the dirt he wished was home.

 He's not ready to die but indeed he did try to disappear from where he was known.

Here stands a man who knows what he's worth because all he had was time. 

To walk alone was his place on this earth 

You must know this life was once mine . 

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