The choice is made the mode unsure with the taunting call of death ringing in my ears beckoning imploring me come.
Making the end seem all the more alluring I reach for the gun once so feared but now embraced by my callased hand
I deserve and crave deaths cold hand, I have lost so many including the love of my life,caused so much pain that iI am due.
To hear the sounds as the bullets are loaded sounds like the loss of seconds on the clock. With every bullet memory of those lost and pain I have caused.
The clip is full though only one would be needed, I stare at this instrument of death contemplating what it will feel like as the bullet pierces the skull and destroys my memory.
To those left behind I am sorry for the one last pain but u will quickly forget about me and move on with your lives be happy.
So I pick it up set my mind as to not back out, unlock the trigger And load the one round into the barrel the slowly I reach for the trigger shaking and scare but determined now is the time good bye