Riddled with bullets and bleeding out on the ground, my ears are ringing and I can’t make a sound,
I call out for help “is anyone there?”, but all I’m rlly doing is gasping for air, my chest is wide open, I look like raw hamburger meat, gunned down without a care left dying in the street, realizing it’s over that nothing will change this, my life flashing past me, all of those faces, half of them angry and half of them love, feeling so cold as I hear a call from above, I think it’s my time now it feels almost right, all I need now is a sign, maybe a bright light, something to follow, someone to lead the way... without it I feel like I’m wandering astray, where did I go wrong? Where was the fight? I try to get up with all of my might, but nothing happens I lay bleeding out, and I can’t even remember what this fight was all about... why was I taken? Why god why me? Out of all the evil pricks in the world it could be, you ended my life before it really even began, you stopped it in its tracks while I was just a young man, no sense in the madness no reason for my death, these thoughts leave my mind as I take my last breath, but one lingers still as I’m pulled into the darkness, was all of this for nothing? Is my life really worthless?
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