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The Relief
God watches me now was I aim the nuzzle of the gun at my head.
The cold steel is a comfort against my burning fever.
My eyes look around the room, looking for any reason to stay.
They come to rest on a picture of us and the memories rush back.
My hold on the gun tightens as the tears slowly make their way down my cheeks.
I relax slowly as the gun falls from my numb fingers my eyes have closed, the last thing I ever saw was you.
The cold steel is a comfort against my burning fever.
My eyes look around the room, looking for any reason to stay.
They come to rest on a picture of us and the memories rush back.
My hold on the gun tightens as the tears slowly make their way down my cheeks.
I relax slowly as the gun falls from my numb fingers my eyes have closed, the last thing I ever saw was you.
Published 13th Jan 2011
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