Last Wishes
After years of searching.
I sit still kneeling.
The large figure with its black tooth grin.
Holding in this Harald of deaths clinched shaking fist a gun.
Pointing at my forehead.
A half hysteric voice grumbles out.
"Any last wishes?"
The answer comes quickly "Many."
I wish for love.
I wish for light.
I wish for peace.
I wish that I found love before this day.
My eyes closed and the hammers is pulled.
A loud bang and moments later I open my eyes.
"Am I dead?"
The dark figure falls and Some one as damned as me stand behind him.
Her hand shaking as she drops the gun and falls to her knees looking at me.
Her voice ringing out like a beautiful chorus.
"I wish for the same things."
As the crowd that has formed stands in shock.
I quickly crawl to her holding her tight.
Long since that have I ever felt the burden of loneliness.
Nor do I feel deaths grip on my soul.
(Words by RuinTheSlayer) {These are my last wishes.}
