not my greatest, but i still like it.
DEAD MAN'S THOUGHTS
Hot lead eats into my flesh,
Making an exit for my blood to gush forth.
My knees buckle.
I feel weak.
I collapse on the cold, unyielding floor,
A stark contrast to the hot bullet in my body.
I feel the bone chilling cold seep into my veins,
Creeping through my body.
I laugh, reflecting on how my death ironically fits my life.
Tragic, pointless, and without meaning.
2006-10-31
12:22:12
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