The grip is cold but gentle.
I feel the pressure, it's a true gamble.
One bullet in the chamber.
Words that slowly fade to a whisper.
If I wait to pull the trigger I may miss,
If I shoot now, the recoil may **** me.
I have had some target practice.
I guess I must be at my boldest.
Three deep breaths, four, five.
I need more oxygen If I'm to attempt a revive.
My pupils dilate as I decide.
BANG.

if you act perfectly happy for too long
a darkness will grow inside you
and will spill like blood.
regrets, screams
things you wanted to say
things you wanted to do
all the hits you took
which led to all the punches you pulled.
as your thinned heartstrings
finally snap,
you will too
and your fire will burn the world alive.