Love and Gun

He lies on the floor. The only color visible is red. Blood against the walls, Blood against the door. And a bullet in his head. A gun in his hand. His index on the trigger. This death has been planned. His body begins to rigor. A suicide? Is that what you assume? Well my friends you are mistaken . There are two men in this room And only one's life has been taken. Now as the plot begins to thicken. A woman enters and sees the setting. With fear she is now stricken. She now faints because the scene far too upsetting. Little did the young woman know, This man killed his friend for her. What he hadn't known would've filled even I with woe . She loved neither him nor the other. Now the killer pulls the trigger once more and kills himself and his soul rises above. But it shall descend, for he has killed a long time friend for a short time love.