Gunshot.

Shadows from a flickering candle.
Dance around the room.
Like his life, hard to handle.
Burning under the moon.

Shadows fade and wear away.
Like the memories of that man.
It's all over, ended today.
No one there, to hold his hand.

He was alone, no one cared.
No one to make him feel love.
Feels so sick, but no longer scared.
As he slowly squeezed the gun.