You shot me
Dead
Never to allow me myself,
And only myself ever again
Indifferent to what that all could mean
Serene, but heavenly to me
Like an angel
You sat down at my table
Allowed me to feel able of this future
This picture, and this endeavour
I can't take this on with out you,
And for some reason I actually want to
Please me with history
Bless me with this memory
We are sacred
We are one
I interteined with you in a single moment
But in all seriousness
You were the one that held the gun