When I Die Again

When I die,
I hope the source is a gun,
the last thing through my ear
should be a loud bang
and the last feeling
should be a piercing
through my chest or my head
or any spot that will clear me out
quick enough not to feel the pain.

I dont wanna die in vain,
but I wanna die seeing
the holder of that weapon,
the person behind that piece of steel.
Not to haunt him
but to die leaving him with respect
that he took me out
with something that I'd die for.

I hope his gun is a Colt MK4,
my favorite pistol,
with golden-body-bronze-head-bullets,
dont wanna die from a rusty old material.
I hope he pulls the trigger
with his middle finger,
something I was to do
but never could,
atleast I'd know he took me out
with a technique I always tried
but never accomplished.

I want him to shoot me
without using the other hand
to balance the gun,
the only thing I felt stupid
for not being able to do.
I dont want him blinking after the shot,
or covering his ear to ease the sound,
atleast I'd  know I got taken out
by a pro in what I was working on.