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.
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