"The Trigger"

He put his finger on

The trigger

His pupil's widened

His eyes bigger.

His indifference made me cold

No soul

Not a move:

Not the slightest shiver.

Gaze fixed on me,

Had me rooted to the very spot.

He has a death wish

And right now that's his only thought.

I hear a "click"

And I know that the end is here.

Blood spills

Splatters on the ruined ground,

I look at you

And the peace your tortured soul

Has found.