Death's Sweet Revenge Poem by Michelle Dickson

My finger's near the trigger.
I'm scared of the sound.
My finger's getting closer,
Now I'm homeward bound.

My finger pulled the trigger.
A shot rings out, loud.
My finger pulled the lever,
Now I'm sitting on a cloud.

I look over my shoulder
and what do I see?
Smiling faces.
One for you and one for me.

They smile for me
because I am home.
They're happy for me
because I'm not alone.

They smile for you
because they cannot glare.
They're happy for you
because now you'll have a weight to bare.

Bare the lonliness I've felt
for years and years and years.
Bare the weight I've carried
as you cry your tears.