he sighs as he leans back in the old plastic chair, the tinny sound of a radio blasting “Your Time Is Gonna Come’ by Led Zeppelin ehoes through the room, dark and cool, comfortable.
“One of these days, and it won’t be long
You’ll look for me, but, baby, I’ll be gone”
He stares at the gun in his hand, his only salvation, the only one that truly knows what he wants, raising it slowly, the dim light of the radio glinting off the deadly steel like pale fire, the radio plays on
“Don’t care what you say ‘cause I’m goin’ away to stay
Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart”

He places the barrel in his mouth, the bitter oil overwhelming his taste buds, its the sweetest thing hes ever tasted

“watch out woman no longer is the joke gonna be on my heart…Youve been bad to me woman but its coming on back to you! your time is gonna come…”

He mutters to himself, almost gidily around the barrel of the weapon, “Youll look for me baby but ill be gone!!!”

BANG
the radio played on