In the darkness all alone, chased,
followed right to my home. In the
shadows I see his face. Slowly as
he creeps around my room jiggling
the handle. I know the end is soon.

I will not let him take me, I'd rather
kill myself. My heart's pounding as
I grab the gun, I open the door, and
start to run. I look in the casing only
one bullet left. I asses my options
omly one question left.

Do I shoot myself or aim, and hope
for the best? Thrown before me one
final test. Is there another option a
way out besides death?

He catches me, and pulls me to the
ground it's hard to breath, I can
barely hear a sound. I close my eyes,
and pull the trigger.

Slowly his grasp loosens, and the light
begins to fade. I wonder what I've done,
but now it's to late. Struggling to inhale
as I take my last breathe.

Realizing this is the end the inescapable death.
Deep, dark, coldness of an unexpected fate.
But even though I know it's now to late.