In an old ancient house
made with bricks and doorknobs of gold,
there he sat in his chair
watching as the days grew old.
With a sigh he stood standing tall
walking towards the summer sun,
thinking of days with his one true love,
thinking of the way she held onto his gun.
As the sobs began to echo out and
tears streamed down his wrinkled face,
he took the chair and rope outside
and said his one last grace.
He hung the rope around his neck
and kicked the chair away.
The breaths he took no longer needed,
as he ended the tiring day.