Vivid Dream Part 2 (Based On True Events)

I turned the corner into a beautiful living room with a leather couch The finest, softest leather you could ever feel But the leather didn't catch my eye; it was the dark silhouette of a man Sitting quietly, crying. Just crying. With a body at his feet. My grandmother, passed away several months before Was before my eyes, lying dead on the ground And my body lost control again The silhouette of the man moved, and revealed only his clothes His face was still blackened by the surrounding darkness I watched him collapse to his knees, and cry over the body There was nothing I could do but watch, like I was strapped to a chair in a straitjacket The man's face flashed through a beam of light And his hand revealed a gun To his chin he placed it and fired And died My body shot up in awakening terror when I heard my father on the phone that morning My grandfather had killed himself and my aunt had revealed it My dream was more than just a dream, it was a revelation A revelation not worth forgetting, but one I would love to forget