The cold, hard metal stares into my eyes,

As I stare down the barrel of a .22

My breath has long since left me.

I stand frozen

Paralyzed by the .22 pistol

He yells at me if you try to run, I’ll shoot you.

I swallow real deep; I don’t think I’m going to make it out of this alive.

I shakily ask him what he wants from me,

He says you can’t do nothing for me.

Then I ask him, then why do you want to shoot me?

He just simply says, revenge, for all the shit people made me go through.

He said he wanted revenge and it was going to take it out on anyone who he ran into.

I couldn’t reason with him, he wouldn’t hear of it.

Then within seconds, there was a click from the gun,

And my last view of the world, is down the barrel of a .22