My Palace
The light was too bright,so she hid from the sun.
In her dark palace,
she held the gun.
Closed her eyes
And held her breath.
Gripping the gun,
Waiting for death.
Placed her fingers
in perfect position.
The gun well loaded,
with ammunition.
Raising the gun
up to her head.
She ran from life,
choosing death instead.
Pulled the trigger
and fired the shot..
Dropping the gun,
barrel still hot.
And in that split second
Before she died..
I swear I saw it...
My angel cried.
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