dying in the living room

she died in the living room, blood covered walls from the bullet wounds, she only had a barrel to look up to, she only had a handle to hold on to, the tunnel to oblivion she terrified, gambling with life, luck not on her side, he's in the mirror whispering why don't you try?, he said, pull the trigger angel, in them shadows you will stay close, or spread your wings fly over the rainbow, she died in the living room, her precious body was marked in, she only had some demons she could speak to, her ceiling was the only was to reach to, man i wish i coulda helped her, i'll make the sun glow in the winter, maybe one day i will meet her, maybe one day i'll have to see her