Like the lukewarm sun on an inclement day,

It dessicates the rain that falls from these eyes,

The majestic star coruscates through the turbid storm,

Lighting up the darkest thoughts from my mind,

This fluorescent light chases away the sadness,

And leaves behind a succesion of happiness,

This light, with its gleaming smile,

Tears its way through my heart,

That is compressed and crippled by the never-ending depression,

The light's beams gleam through this pit that I am trapped in,

It allows me to see the escape from this hole I was thrown in,

Shot four times through the chest, puncturing the beating organ,

Each shot pushing me deeper into this bottomless trough,

Only by hanging on to what little strength I have left do I not fall,

The light charges me with power, refilling my capability, 

I reach the top of this hollow; "Free at last", I say to myself,

The infinite joy I felt, like a creature with humongous jaws, consumes my eternal sadness,

But, suddenly, I look up and see a lustrous barrel,

I watch as a spark from within the barrel pushes out what appears to be my fate,

As it approaches the cranial cavity, memories from when me and the light were together flow through,

I recall the times where I was filled with euphoria just from talking to the light,

But, these memories are suddenly washed away by a crimson fluid,

My memories begin to fill with tears and blood, 

I finally realize that this was no pit, it was my sepulcher,

Ironically, I believed she was the one keeping me alive, 

But ultimately, she was my very end,

The slug that fragmented my cranium wasn't what ended it all,

It was seeing who had pulled the trigger that finally ended this pathetic life,

As my plasma cells rush out of my body, seeking their last breath of oxygen, 

I relive the happiest moments I had with her,

Even if she did not take pleasure in them, I still cherish them,

Once again my spiritual body is deceased, while my physical body endures here on this earth, living in constant torment,

Yet it remains unaware of its surroundings,

No longer do I feel agony or grief, no more emotions,

My ribs become an empty cage, only a black hole persists,

Now that I am dead , "I will be nothing decomposing in a grave",

I may be matter, but I do not matter,

Maybe now this poor soul will finally be in eternal bliss and harmony,

But, here I am again, alone, isolated, in solitude, away from everyone,

The only difference being there is no light to lead me through the darkness in my mind.