finger on the trigger

Finger on the trigger,
Feelings of you flooding me,
Drowning in you,
Pulling the trigger as the tears flow,
Can’t stop it now,
As the projectile leaves its home,
I am reminded of mine,
A father so cold,
Mother the centre of my heart,
Sharp pain thru my head,
As the warm sticky liquid gushes,
Reminds me of that loving feeling,
That life was meant for the living,

And I am now among the departed