Sunday, July 05, 2009
 | Little words like pellets enter deep. Steal balls that tear the flesh inward. A blast from the barrel toward me. Smoke seen to blind my view forward. A shot in the dark that landed hard. My moves restricted by lack of flesh. Pouring out are my breaths of life. Blood soaked through to red I am. Life leaves and a darkness comes in. Hands reach for the marks you made. The force pushes me back and back. A single shot to end my one big one. The trigger pulled to give me direction. Sights pointed and decision made full. Stock against your shoulder no more. A look at the damage you have done. Sorry on our faces as I fall to the floor. Pool of crimson runs from my gut. The concrete soaks up my pieces. My apologies too late to matter at all. Your decisions final as I fail to breath. Light to dark as I drift into my bliss. No time for goodbye's just a look back. Brief I see all my failure and lack of fame. |
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