Whiskey Lullaby

She grabs the whiskey
And the gun
And sings her last

Lonely song
She pops it open
Takes a sip

And presses the gun
Against her lips
She rolls it once

And pulls the trigger
But it doesn't
Seem to kill her

A tear rolls down
Without a sound
Along the lines of her face

She rolls the gun
Yet again
Just once more

Pulls the trigger
Like before
But this time

The gun went off
She fell
Slowly; Silently

To the floor
She laid there
Like a fallen angel

Who lost her wings
And the sound of the gun
Echoes through the night