Trigger

Pull the trigger. I don't really care if it was a slip of the finger or fully intentional. Just pull the trigger. Fast. I'm done with waiting. The bullet is eager to fly, don't resist. The silence is killing us. We both long to hear the loving, BANG! BANG! BANG! Straight through my heart. All I ask is make it quick and painless. Oh yes! Don't forget to screw in the silencer, I'm perfectly sure you don't want the neighbors calling the cops. I can just see it now, the small metal lug, jetting out from it's cold metal cage, assisting me to my damp, cold metal grave. Not to fret! The clean up isn't a hassle, mostly wires and screws and broken plastic. You can carry on once you pull that trigger.