Somber Demise

They have an impulsion disorder
grabbing the gun in the worst of quandary's
They think it's their only option
Grimaces and frowns have made them weary

A metallic black gun, they hold in shaking hands
and gaze at it with an overwhelming confusion
what are they doing with such a deadly weapon
It all seemed like a lethal illusion

The sky is a thick twilight
filled with ultraviolet rays and mystique
for a moment they feel euphoria
the feeling is strong but their heart is just too weak

The gun is pressed against a head
delicate fingers rest on the precarious trigger
BANG, sudden vibrations shake an entire being
cascading towards the ground releasing all the last vigor

Their face has changed from a powder pink to a crimson shade
with frowning faces they cover them with a sheet
They embraced death like everyone told them to
their life of misery has ended with defeat