Deadly Demands

The blood trickling slowly down her arm,

The blade clutched tightly in her palm,

The salty tears running down her face,

As she looks up and finally says

"Is this what you want, to see me suffer?"

"The numbness of my mind, the coldness of my heart."

"my soul is disturbed in every single way and yet my sins are far too much for me to take"

"My time is up and I'm ready to go. I'm pleading for your forgiveness."

"They say my lips are like a gun,my heart is like a bullet"

She grabs the gun and holds it up

"So just pull the trigger"