"When he holds it he feels powerful. It shows him he is mighty.
It's the only thing he can run to.
When he holds it he feels hopeful. It shows him his mortality.
He has no place he can run to.
He finds comfort in his tears that reflect providence on this barrel of a gun.
He ended his life; A tragic sin. Bow down, we all have won.
A blood painted wall signed in reflection of us all. A finger pointed fatality."