Rain on Love.

Rain is attacking me.
Fighting me, Never ceasing.
The attack just repeating.
Like little soldiers from a colonial time.
Marching one by one.
Marching with no rhyme.

I have a picture clenched in my hand.
The picture of them holding hands.
with my heart,
beating fiercer than drum.
My whole body begins to numb.

This anger I fill with boils my blood.
I begin to think I'm one big stud.
now adrenaline flows,
As my breathing grows.

I reach for my gun,
buried in my pocket.
I pull it out and open its socket.
I am still walking ever so calm.
As I load three bullets
into their home.

I see the man from the picture.
I think "What a pitiful creature."
I raise the gun and squeeze the trigger.
I can no longer see his figure.

He falls back into the wall,
and with a great thud,
he falls.
a yell comes from down the hall.
My one true love concernedly calls.

My feelings turn from content to rage.
I feel as if I broken from a cage.
I tear down the halls screaming her name.
The walls shake,
For I am no longer tame.

I break in her door.
I call her a whore.
She cries it was only for a score.

Only for a score?!
A knotch in the belt?!
Is that all you felt?

I turn to her,
I begin to murmur.
I hate you with all my heart,
I always want to be apart.
You little bitch,
you took my life,
You were my only wife.

Were your only wife?! (her)
I still am hunny! (her)

No! No your not.
you cannot.

I raise the gun once again,
Her voice trembles right then.

I love you.

The gun fires.

The bullet pierces my one love.
and shes dies more peaceful than a dove.

With quiet filling the home,
my mind begins to roam.

What have I done?
This I cannot outrun.
I have no where to go.
No where to toe.

I wish it where all undone.

I look at the gun,
and remember the one.
I think this battle can't be won.

I think to put the gun back in my pocket,
But instead I begin to cock it.

Now...
The metal feels cold against my chin,
as the bullets starts to sink in.