Georgia

"The light was too bright
So he hid from the sun

In his dark palace
He held the gun

Closed his eyes
And held his breath
Gripping the gun
Waiting for death

Placed his fingers
In perfect position
The gun well loaded
Full of ammunition

Raising the gun
Up to his head
He ran from life
Choosing death instead

Pulled the trigger
And fired the shot
Dropping the gun
The barrel still hot

And in that split second
Before he died
I swear, I saw it
My angel cried."