Glorious Dead

I got a muse today. I will write a film-noir esque series about.. idk yet! but heres a preview:

Stood over the dead body like a statue.
A statue of victory
A statue of pain
A statue of vengeance
The berretta burned in my right palm, Justice had become too just for me.
I dropped the gun, it slowly fell to the floor and once it had it clanged loudly in my head, bringing me visions.
I fell to my knees and cried out in pain as I relived my death three years ago. The pain knocked me down to my palms. My arms gave way and my elbows hit the concrete so hard they began to bleed profously just like the bullet wounds in my chest, pouring life onto the floor.
I was an open wound letting all my impurities out.
I was a sinner becoming righteous.
I was a man becoming an angel.