Murder Case

He raised his head

The gun pressing harder to the back of his head

Fixed a few words then went mum

Like he intended for no one to understand

He didn’t know… She didn’t tell him

But she was disgusted, not in her acts

She was craving, with that she was honest

Since she was so blown

Estrogen levels raised her confidence

Stared at him straight in the eye

And in a clam but regretful tone

Explained how if perfectly aimed

A pistol would be deadly than a shotgun

‘But why use a shotgun if you can’t even aim?’

So he pressed against the trigger

Bursts open his brains | responded

‘You will tell that to the judge…’

It’s a Murder Case…