The Gun Speaks

I hope you're never like me.

I hope the sunlight serves you well and the rain comes to you softly.

Everyday I pray for it to be the last.

When I kill, I feel a part of me gets ripped,

And I smell sulfur and taste death.

And then I close my eyes and scream and pray to forget.

I hope you never see someone when they’re about to die.

I hope you open your eyes in the morning and find the joy of the beautiful day.

The darkest tears I've cried, remembering the hopeless faces of those who I killed.

The day that I die, I want the rain to wash my acts, because the day that I die… 

I hope I burn to my last ash.