Ello, this is another one of my poems titled “Mama I want to die” if anybody out there is seeing this enjoy ^__^

Mama, I wanna die.

We kneel before the woman in black.

In her hand, the gun’s silver barrel glints under a full moon.

She shoots us between our eyes with a sense of duty and pride.

The man next to me is met with this dazzling creature.

She shoots him before he could breathe his last breath.

It’s my turn.

She presses the warm muzzle to my forehead.

The warmth is almost like the kiss of a mother.

Ah, yes….death is the mother of salvation.

In that moment I am happy and smile, my arms open wide in reception and acceptance.

The blood on the muzzle of the gun drips down my face.

I wait.

She doesn’t kill me. She moves on to kill the others.

I lost my smile.

I await the mother of all, Death.