My Angel's Suicide

This is a writing about a suicide which happened as I walked into my best friend's house.

The light was too bright,
So he hid from the sun.
In his dark palace;
He held the gun.
Closed his eyes,
And held his breath;
Gripping the gun
Waiting for death.
Placed his fingers
In perfect position.
The gun well loaded
Full of ammunition.
Raising the gun,
Up to his head.
He ran from life;
Choosing death instead.
Pulled the trigger
And fired the shot.
Dropping the gun;
The barrel still hot.
And in that split second.
Before he died.
I swear...I saw it.
My angel cried.