The Weight of the gun
Heavy in my hand
Dark of the night
Surround my silent steps
An animal stirs in the distance
It cries out
The dead night swallows the sound
Take away the pain
Senses peak
The night grows shorter
Weight of my thoughts
Heavy in my hands
A sound rises from within
Soothingly comforting
Numb the pain away
Fighting the urge to keep going
I struggle with the sound
Fight with all I have
Pain is forever my plague
