The sun is bleeding out
To the clouds
The vibrant colors fading
To the ground
On a hill
Sitting still
Listening to the sound
Knowing the last thing you’d hear
Was a gun
The rustling of leaves
The chirping of birds
You tell her you love her
As your last words
She declines, you resign
And you fall to your knees
A bullet in your brain
Buzzing like bees
Sun down
Fall down
To the ground