Creed Short


Moonlight

The gun glimmers against the moonlight
He tries to contemplate what this life means
Maybe his heart will mend if he leaves this world tonight
Through the window the moonlight makes the gun gleam

Without a doubt the Glock will do the job
Feelings of emptiness and the pain will disappear
Tension mounts as his heart begins to throb
With all his careful planning there is little to fear

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