Inside your bedroom
Where darkness looms
You see your tomb
And ghastly fumes
You write your ode
For your next abode
As your will erode
The more bullets you load
Alas you find
The courage to pull
As you unbind
The remaining spool
You lie on your bed
For your final sin
Then the world turns red
And the lights grow dim
I can't help but feel the pain that must be going through the mind of this soul, for him or her to feel the need to pull the trigger.