Comment soured on a hint

For the sake of a piece of lead, a second to travel from the moment that a finger twitched at a slamming door
A hand tightly grips the metal that sent the angel of death, the other had a shade of red as to the wound it pressed
Child nearby cried at the scene of the act with wide eyed innocence about to shatter with the fatal fall
The one with weapon gripped turns the barrel to thier own head, a silence follows the sound that causes his end
All for the reason that she demanded more than he could give, desperation for approval from one who would turn to another just as quick
For her happiness, anothers fatality the price


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