Pistol Between My Eyes

The cool soothing metal
Of the heavy heat in your hand.
It feels so comfortable there
As you take your final stand.

Cross your eyes to stare
At the barrel held perfectly between the two.
You've always strived for perfection
But it was never enough to be you.

For no matter how hard you work
And no matter how hard you try
None of it's good enough
Which is why you stand prepared to die.

The bullet, ready to load, rests in your palm
As you make the final choice.
It'll be over in a matter of minutes
Then you may finally rejoice

For there is no God up above to watch you
Yet perhaps a heaven still awaits.
Who knows for certain what's to come?
Might as well just rely on fate

Locked and loaded, the time has come
Take one final staggered breath.
Feel a surge of cold, then insanity- blast!
There's nothing so sweet as death.