Pull the trigger

I was murdered last night, but slept through the pain,

and with your touch I was awoken again.

You’ve appeared in every nightmare and dream,

yet vanish upon a familiar scream.

I feel my throat ache all the way to my heart,

then close my eyes once more, so that we can restart.

And if I hadn’t known, I’d never figure,

that you would be the one, pulling the trigger.

You’re killing me, yet that doesn’t cause the scare,

which was made by waking up without you there.

So I’ll close my eyes to reach our final round,

you can kill me my love, I won’t make a sound.

I’ll watch the bullet until it passes through,

then open my arms and let this dream come true.