She Pulls the Trigger

She holds the gun to my head I have led her to this my deathbed, We say not a word I know I cannot avoid this sword, It is her mission I've led myself into perdition, Made choices in my life Mostly lived by the knife, Cutthroat backstabber I am safer as a cadaver, Many would thank this vixen They would think her a godsend, And in this moment I am aware Of her bullet's stare How had it come to this? There was no way she could miss But I felt a pull I wanted to empty of the hate I was full, For having led myself asunder From the right path; blunder after blunder, Yet there she was this angel come to free me I would not regret anymore, I would let go freely, After all she is beautiful; this death bringer, She pulls the trigger...