A cold steel barrel caresses me temple to remind me of my world.
The pommel in my hand reminds me of what I've done.
My finger lightly kissing the trigger to remind me of why I'm here.
The hammer pulling back chills my soul.
The primer in the shell meakes me fear.
The slug exploding into the barrel reminds me of how people treated me, without care.
The blood they see makes them cry and sniffle, a good act they do put on.
The lid closes and the final words are said. When all is said and done, Ash to ash and dust to dust.
RIP Damon
