Assassin

As I gaze down the sight,
of the weapon in my hand,
I can't help but wonder,
how I wound up in this land,
My hesistation saves my soul,
for I knew I could not kill him,
for if I had, triggered the gun,
in darkness would I always be lost,
as I walk away quite slow,
from the metal beast in my hand,
I know my choice was right,
for I had spared an innocent life,
Then it all falls away,
in a shower of blood,
my hesistation cost me,
my own life this day.