Death Is Sweet Poem by Tracy Willey

can i be saved from myself and everyone?

the answer has to be in the barrel of this gun

cold steel pressed against the back of my throat

i am gagging on tears and seeing stars

i am choking on dreams and seeing scars

my finger wrapped around gently

wainting for the right time

to strike the chord of fate

releasing all my anger

releasing all my hate

waiting till its too late

i set the barrel down

all of my wanting gone from

death to living free

and now i am crying

for when i count to three

i will pull the trigger

and end that i be