Bullet in Back
Shot in the back
The blood runs black
Cold and wet
Yet warm
Face down I lie
I've no wish to die
This ditch I don't want
For a grave
Dying, begging, pleading
Yet I keep on bleeding
Begging, crying, weeping
Soon, eternally sleeping
Last thoughts of love
Joy up above
Death pain and fear
The end's drawing near
Why must it end?
Without a friend
Someone to share
Someone to care
A last breath of life
I still clench the knife
Meant to fend off
My foes
My body not old
Is now growing cold
A limp, lifeless sack
With a bullet in its back
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