It is Time
A chill runs up my spine an my hairs stand on end
the breeze calms and all is silent and still
My heart pounds under the flesh of my body
my eyes blurr and focus
all senses hightened
my mouth goes dry
The metal is cold and hard to the touch
it is light it will make it easy
a tear runs down my flushed cheek
it is time
ringing in my ear bright flash and all is dark
faint smell of powder and blood
Unknown "Rindy" Adventurous
- 16 years, 8 months, 21 days ago