My Brother

The day was to bright
So he hid from the sun.
In his dark mansion
He had a loaded gun.
Waiting for death
It was his next mission.
His fingers were placed
in perfect position.
He raised the gun
Up to his head.
He was scared of life
so he chose death instead.  
He pulled the trigger
And fired the shot.
He droped the gun
The barrel still hot,
And in that split second
before he died.
I swear I saw it.
my brother cried.