Slipping through my skin.

Here I sit with the gun to my head,
I realize it's a cold end,
We all wind up dead,
Some just can't append,
I feel it slipping away,
Cold trigger in my mind,
No more time to play,
Letting go now, I unwind,
It is your heart I wish to find,
I need you more every day,
Yet, you are so far from my mind,
I need you more in every way,
So now, for my last word,
I must say,
I am leaving with vision blurred,
This price I must pay,
The final demon I must slay.