Looking at me
Straight in the eye
The gun is smoking
I feel the cold metal
Piercing within me
I look up
She's coming down
Whispers something
Then lays me down
I feel the ground
Cold and wet
From my own blood
I turn for her
I feel a handle
Warm and sweaty
I try to move it away
But then I find a glow
A beam of light
I realize its time to go.