Death

by Emily Barclay   Aug 15, 2004


As the screams rip past your ears,
The gun rises slowly while you think about the years,

Your tears begin to swell,#You hear that silent bell,

You know the time has come,
Pushing your finger towards your thumb,

The trigger begins to click,
Your throat fills with sick,

Family runs through your mind,
Self esteem you'll never find,

A sudden release of pain,
Smashes into your brain,

That flickering candle light,
No longer burns so bright.

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