Looking at me

Straight in the eye

The gun is smoking

I feel the cold metal

Piercing within me

I look up

She's coming down

Whispers something

Then lays me down

I feel the ground

Cold and wet

From my own blood

I turn for her

I feel a handle

Warm and sweaty

I try to move it away

But then I find a glow

A beam of light

I realize its time to go.