Through the window in my room
I can see the inpending gloom.
The rain pours down to match my tears
and all my thoughts are horrid fears.
The days last cigarette smolders away
as all my nerves twist and fray.
My mind is crying my dreams are dying
and all I can do is crouch here hiding.
There it is...the knock at my door
they've come for me as their laughter roars.
My time is up, they have me now
imprisioned like a penned up cow.
The time has come it must be done,
no other way exept my gun.
I feel lighter, my mind is eased
and then I feel my finger squeez.
