Staring down the end of an endless black barrel
While the fear stretches its way into every crevice of her soul
She knows just by the engorged pupil of his eye she is in a great peril
But even now, he is the one to make her feel whole

His bubbling anger becomes palpable;
Her now clammy hands begin to quiver
If he wanted, he would be unstoppable
But would he really pull that trigger?

She swallows.

The numbing sweat on her forehead meets the icy-chill of metal
And for the briefest of moments, she wishes herself dead
Maybe then, she thinks, this violence would settle
But weary eyes meet the devil's instead

For a moment, time feels frozen in its never-ending tracks
While the oxygen in her lungs rapidly escapes her
And as she...