the barrel at my temple.
the slug in the barrel.
the finger on the trigger
the impulse through my veins.

the finger twitch.
the metal moves.
the slug rushes down.
the bullet smashes.

the blood flows.
the world falls silent.
the colours fade and dim.
the breathing slows.

the blue and red flashes.
the crowd gathers.
the people are curious.
the name fades into obscurity.