I called and then again, I tried

Until the moon grew full I cried,

Couldn't breath and couldn't speak

Fell to the ground when I was weak.

I pulled the gun from the drawer,

stood up,

and fell back down to the floor

my life was lost

my hopes restored

my love at last

and the pain of death adored

now the gates of hell are opened

there I sit

for eternity

a gun in my hand

a bullet in my head

a smile on my face

that I was finally dead



This poem was inspired by the user Shadow and the first four lines were taken from her poem 'Call My Name' I have contacted her and she says that it's fine.