He sits there with his gun drawn,
crying, sad, he sighs...
I look from my corner to him,
as more dreams die...

His face is pale, he shivers,
and I know he's scared...
but still he plays with the trigger,
I can almost see the crosshairs...

He glares at me, I make him mad,
he waves the gun around,
"Why don't you fucking say something?"
he breaks the silence, he's so loud...

So many lost dreams, so far away,
I clasp my hands, and smile,
this is the final day.

He shakes his head, he's stubborn,
the gun points, and now clicks,
he smiles at me, like he's won,
as a countdown he now ticks.

He reaches zero, but nothing happens,
once again he is quite mad,
and as he spits and starts to mutter,
I sigh, it's so sad...

"Why don't you try to stop me?"
"Why don't you say something?"
"Why don't you fight for me?"

I lift my gaze from the floor,
to look him in the face,
I smile, his expression crazed,
he's gone forevermore...

I stand slowly, tug on my dress,
as his eyes follow me,
I turn to face him, with a smile,
and I say, quite softly...

My sweet dear, so lost and gone,
what do I have to say?
You're dead and gone, what to say?
All I can say is... so long.

His mask is shattered,
his wall crumbles,
as he breaks down and cries,
I walk out, and try not to stumble,
as I hear a gunshot go by...

There's red on my dress,
another dream,
shot to hell by life,
I sigh, what can I do?
I play with my knife.

Reminds me of one time me and my girlfriend were having a conversation in a room. i don't remember what about, but both of us were threatining each other to kill ourselves. But luckily, we didn't. We ended up breaking up some months later, but still, quite a sad thing to do in a relationship. Anyway, great poem. Truly another great work. I would like toi see more from you, MC.