spend a lifetime trying to understand.
why you reason with a gun in your hand.
you want it? you got it. you feel it?
gun in hand.
what was so bad?
what had he done to make you return, this time with a gun?
intimidation growing bigger.
what the hell made you pull the trigger?
thought this all through, thought it might be fun.
shot in the head to show everyone.
held in his friends arms.
blood on his face.
hole in his head.
gripped by deaths embrace.
in his embrace.

...............эти слова постоянно витают в моей голове....это самые красивые стихи про смерть.............................