annonimis layne

My hand is shaking
I try to hold the gun up steady
I Look in the mirror
As the angel sets at its ready
Blood rushes freely
Sweating down my palm
Burning voices in my head
Impossible to stay calm
Tension seals my body
My blood comes to an icy boil
Breath suits hot to the touch
I pray to soon be in the soil
I close my bloodshot eyes
To grasp a different life
Walking on an open plane
Marvel about my new life
I open with a river of tears
Pull the trigger back tight
Angel takes my hand at last
And welcomes me in to its light.