The barrel is rested, gently upon her head.
She squirms, so restless, for soon she will be dead.
The hammer pulls back, the gun begins to loads.
The trigger is squeezed, and the chamber explodes.
The bullet makes its way, entering her skull.
While destroying her brain, it leaves a hole.
The sound of a blast, echoes through the door.
Her body crashes down, and her blood begins to poor.
And there she lay, alone in a room.
Nothing left to say, may she find solace in her tomb.