PART 2
Gun to his head
And he couldn't stand it
His only hope
So he thought
Was to make that gun
A reality
He was tired of struggling
Tired of hope
The only way out
Was through the morgue
But he thought
At least he was taught
That a life ended too soon
Would bring endless torment
The worm
They say
Never stops turning
But he was never quite sure
Which one was worse
So he kept up the pretense
Of a faith
He knew God knew
He didn't have