Grrreno

Cold metal I feel a gun on my temple The icy metal blackening my mind In my head there is nothing but the cold Death waiting for a pull of the trigger Every fibre of my brain tensed Craving for the moment, but fearing Sweat dripping from my pale forehead From my face, all blood draining Emptiness replaces the acid turmoil of my stomach An acrid taste in my blood-filled mouth I feel those poisoned blades in my back All my wits are fading away A quick shiver flashes through my body A cold drop of sweat rolls down my spine Bone-breaking shivers hit me Hot tears burn my face; I am insane Desperate, I cling onto the trigger with u