I now consider you an evil person
I place the shiny loaded gun in my mouth. I can taste the oil and chrome as my lips encircle the barrel. I close my eyes and say my goodbyes..I pray that those I leave here will make sense of what I couldn't. Tears stream down my face as I pray for God to accept me into his grace. I pull the trigger..all I hear in the room is a click..I pull the trigger again..my eyes still closed..waiting for my end and to see paradise..nothing happens. I open my eyes and pull the gun out of my mouth..I check the chamber..six bullets.
I place the warm barrel against my temple and pull the trigger..click..click..click
Not a bullet is fired..
As the tears roll down my face I pull the gun from my head and aim in at the wall and pull the trigger..Thunder fills the room as shots ring like casting bells.
I pause...
I hear a silent voice from the deep place the faintest sound.
the gun can only kill a evil man... the voice spoke in barely a whisper but I heard it..in the deepest parts of me.
He looked me right in the eyes
I told the voice I was a evil man.
It laughed..you wise fool, then you would be dead and I wouldn't be here.
“It's like I have a loaded gun in my mouth, and I like the taste of metal.” – RDJ