Black

Standing on a soaking sidewalk.
Drenched straight to the core.
Watching as you pawn your pities off on some unsuspecting whore.
Collapsing into her being, listen to her sigh.
Have you felt the pain I feel?
Have you cried the tears I have had to cry?
I walk up to the front door, turn the so familiar knob.
Listening to her say your name makes my hand begin to throb against the smooth metal of the pistol.
The trigger tempts me once again.
Should I soil my still clean hands with such necessary sin?
I keep my cool as I push open the door.
I see he close in your arms, your hands caressing her body as they used to mine.
I sneek up behind you and I put the pistol to your back, I run it up your skin to your head.
All I see is red.
She screams and tries to run.
"You can't escape me, now do what you do best and get on your fucking knees."
I run the pistol to her scalp and my trigger finger twitches.
I look around at what I have done.
I put the gun to my temple, now all I see is black.