Through the Eyes of the Deadman.

[forwardknight]

Waking up to the same mundane task everyday drove me to get the gun. I havent named it but i would love to give it one so it could grow a personality. Its become my comfort. I come home everyday from my work, sit down, and enjoy the barrels kiss upon my temple.
I've still yet to buy it a bullet, instead i hope one day the universe realizes my suffering and places one inside the chamber without my knowing. Ah, what a tender way to go to sleep, with the blessing kiss of an unnamed gun.

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