Kiss of death

As you lay in this street,
Your body broken,mangled,
Your blood dripping of my hands,
Bones and intestines on display.
You cannot speak.
Your eyes they beg for release.
My mind understands your plea.
But my heart,
Every thing that is my heart says no.
If it must be mercy,
Then death’s kiss for you,
Must be thunder and flame.
Close your eyes.
Find a better place.
The last sight you see,
Must not be me.
The tears in my eyes,
Blurs my vision.
I place the gun against your head,
Hands shaking.
Hoping my aim is true.
I pull the trigger.
For you.
This will be release.
For me.
This is where my life ends.

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