Barrel to my eye is all I see. Bullet loaded and await the command. I sit and watch upon as the bullet slowly propels itself towards me.

Sit upon bobwire as a cusion. Slowly ripped, tugging away at the flesh upon my skin. Slowly ripping pieces, chunks at a time. They say don’t move, yet I flinch every second.

Pain in my lungs as the air slowly becoming harder to breathe. Yet you say preserver. Know not the pain I endure as this crown of words unspoken downward spiral knives piercing my head.

I sit and stare into this barrel, bleeding through my shirt. Pain longer fazes me, I close my eyes, barrel to my head. I sit and wait for the bullet to soon pierce my skin removing a chunk of knowledge from my mind.

Heart slows by the second as the bullet pierces yet enlarges within my cranium. I sit and wait as my body bleeds from every fiber of my being. Prayers to leave this wreched earth yet I leave not.

I look up and you hold your finger over the trigger. I see my world not reloading for yet another shot. Hopefully to finish the job, was I all but a job to you.

Late nights comforting you, breaking my heart to how may I console you. Yet your place the knive in my back as your next bullet pierces my neck.

You remove my voice so I may never speak of this pain to another. Find comfort in another arms, find love once more. Love, that piece you remove from my life.

I walk with my heart in a bag upon the window plain for the crow to feast. So that I may never feel this pain once more.