Here sits a gun

to undo all i have done.

Can i stand the pain

to go through the same again and again?

Do I be brave

and rise above the grave

to try and see

the light that escapes me?

or do i take the easy way out, the sleazy way out, the no return route?

Because, there’s no turning back.

Nothing but black.

No good can ever be done

No pain…..but no fun.

Here sits a gun

To undo all I have done.