Count down

by Shadow   Jun 3, 2008


His eyes close
As he places
A gun to his head
His hand on the
Trigger
Hes ready to leave
This world
He counts back
From ten
He ask himself
Is this what hw
Wants
Nine
Think of what you
will leave behind
Eight
Trying to run
From your past
Seven
You will never
Leave the unforgiven
Six
Tears run down
His face
Five
Hes ready to do
it but he cant
Four
Take him from
His body let
His soul fly
Three
A meldoy runs
Though his
Mind
Two
Hes close to death
But hes still alive
One
A gunshot echos
Though the room
A body on the
Floor
But there is
No
Blood
He smiles Because
He saved his
Own life
He will leave destiny to
Decide when
He dies.
Shadow

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