Let It Take Over.

Let the smoke inhale through your lungs, As you try to hold the gun.
What did they say?, when was the day?.
You remember there words pierce your mind like a knife, the times your blood was your spit.
Remember when your family left you?, remember when they didn't care?.
You take the gun and hold it to your head, the fear through your body is thick, the worry of death, but what do you really have left?.
I watch as you pull the trigger, I run to stop you, but it's to late, your body the friend of the ground, your blood the dirts water.
I fall to my knees with painful tears, you were my friend, you were me, but now are dead.
The clouds rain the fire, the earth cries with the same pain, the gun still planted in your cold, pale hand.
There is a bullet of faith left as I replace the gun in my hand, I pull it up to my chest leaning over you screaming with the truth, the bang is loud and powerful, I lay next to you as the ground becomes my friend my blood water for the dirt.
This was a dream, clouded by a nightmare, now we share the same heaven and hell as the earth cries for both it's losses.
The rain is powerful and burning with fire.