Buried Trigger

Behind the trigger is a smile,
A smile stained with blood and bile,
A new life taken from potential,
The pain felt around is exponential.
Drunk with stress, depression and beer,
He felt his life not worth living, my dear.
Maybe the murderers see their mistake,
Or maybe they'll just tie another to the stake.
They say two sides to every tale,
But the truth is the only real trail.
A trail marked by absolute confusion,
Put on the map by false absolution,
Found by a curious investigator,
Covered up by a bloody traitor.
Please keep up and do not flee,
For the closer you look the less you see.