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



1997, John Kinne, All rights reserved