Tears
The tears
Flow down the dry paths of my cheeks and onto the barrel.
I breathe
My last through the bore in a fatal last act of felatio.
I gag
Swallowing the acrid taste of gun powder; my last bitter meal.
My teeth
Clench the steel, taking hold for the fatal blow.
Dark thoughts
Race through my mind; all soon to be erased.
The trigger
Is pulled and I drift into sweet, eternal slumber.