Encircled Red

Put the gun to my head,
Bite the bullet before I’m stained red,
Angels scream like banshee’s,
While God wants to defeat me,
Demons tugging at my legs,
The Devil screams,
‘Off with your head!’,
Looking around I hear no sounds,
Other than the crickets playing my funeral tones,
Heavy breathing on my part,
Heart skipping, I want it to stop,
Neither wanted on Earth,
Nor in Heaven,
The depths of Hell, scream welcoming,
For my selfishness I’ll grant,
The worst kind of sin,
The terror of the world I live in.
Once more the gun to my head,
I let the bullet go as my head encircles red,
A few last words I thought before I blew,
I hope the bears like brain for dinner,
If not zombies do.