My feet slightly apart
Gun in hand gripped firmly
Everything slows down
My mind is suddenly clear
Every movement is suddenly in sight
Every sound is pronounced
My body is suddenly cold
And it feels great
- CLICK- safety off now
I wonder to myself
Would i really pull the trigger?
YES
There he stood with blood
smeared all over himself
Blood dripping from his fingers
A faint thud
There is no hope
I stand with my gun in hand
Already drifted to that place
Where i could kill and feel
No regret, no hesitation
He held my heart in his hands
Thuds soo faintly
My heart is gone and so was his
(gun fire once)
The bullet went
Where i wanted it to go
The same place where
His went.......
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