my angles suicde

the light to bright
so he hid from the sun
in his dark palace
he held the gun
closed his eyes and held his breath
gripping the gun
waiting for instant death
placed his fingers in perfect postion
the gun well loaded
full of amuntion
raking the gun up to his head
he ran from life
choosed death instead
pulled the trigger
and fired the shot
dropping the gun
the barrel still hot
and in that split secound
before he died
i swear i saw it
my angle cried