Written by: Cheyenne Tailleur

The barrel touched his temple,
As his hands began to tremble.
His heart had second thoughts,
But mind and body were easily 
He wanted out, away,
From the living hell his life had 
He pulled it away,
But replaced it with ease,
But his hand retreated with her 
begging "please."
In his mind?
Maybe not.
She placed a hand on his.
She felt his hit,
Her gasp filled the room.
He pulled the trigger and was no 
His blood splattered on the floor.