its not tears i shed
from blood on lead
and this wound that leaks
my life
its the shadow above me
the face that i see
that truly makes this wound
lethal.
so please put the gun to my head
to sooner pronounce me dead
i was nothing but a corpse to you from the start
dear life i now part
slowing beats of a heart
i whisper one last request
that you lay next to me while i begin to rest
and kiss away my last breath.
Chelsey Sanes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/path-of-a-bullet/
