Last Stand
Watching as they shoot me,
I realize I’ve done wrong.
As the bullets pass through me,
With so much pain,
Direct in my chest,
They want me dead,
They want me to suffer.
These bullets make me feel,
Incomplete,
As each one passes through,
Separating flesh and bone,
Ejecting tissue,
I’m falling apart by their control.
Wrong place, wrong time,
I shouldn’t be here,
Dying,
My blood stains the floor,
My soul stains their memories,
Watching me through crosshairs,
I now feel resigned to give up,
My legs can no longer bare my weight,
I fall like rubbish to my death bed.
No feeling,
No movement,
My last thoughts are of the one,
I killed.
No life.
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