Loaded gun!!!

That tiny silver bullet,shot right through his brain,
His thoughts shattered,
His life ended,
The poisoned blood pours out,
black blood,tormented blood.

His soul stains the wall,stains of sin.
Who was he?
He haunts my dreams and thoughts.
He was a kind child,
Once was pure.

Too late for forgiveness,he thought he ended it,
The flames of hell,red flames,the color his blood should be,surround his lifeless corpse.

He could have made a difference.
He chose the easy way out!!