Bleeding on the pavement

Dying on the pavement

(This story is lyrics for a story song I wrote so its not meant to have periods punctuation and be overly descriptive)

I woke up at my house it's only 6 AM its still dark outside I get up and put some sweatpants on I look for my keys it's always the same routine I walk out my door but decide not to lock it I walk to my car it's damp and wet outside I get in my shity Honda put the key in and start it pull out my cracked drive way and onto these streets with all the pot holes like my life with all these plot holes I drive to my local quickie mart and put my car in park
I walk in and look at all my options when I know I'll just grab the chocolate and some coffee my life is so predictable as I walk around I have this feeling like I'm being watched this man in a black hoodie looks like he is drugged out not out of the ordinary for this hood but the way he looks at me is awful strange the cashier asks if I want my change I said no I'm ok I walk out with his eyes still on me I get to my car and unlock it and get inside put the key and turn it and it won't start this fucking piece of shit I should of never bought it for $3,075 but this is my life poor decisions and bad luck I feel so stuck I don't have time for this my house isn't far I'll just walk and call my brother to come tow it with his truck I'm walking on the sidewalk and I feel so much anxiety no one else is around and it's still dark outside but I feel like im being watched should I be scared or calm down I've always been an over thinker I guess that's why I always turn to the liquor as I walk I hear a twig snap and im like wtf was that this would be the time to have a gat I hear some breathing now my heart is my stomach and it's pumping it may be nothing but to my mind it's something just as soon as I start to calm down and think nothings wrong (intensity) oh my God the man from the quickie mart is running right for me I go to dash but I crash to the fucking ground God is it my time to die today I see the blade reflecting the light from the street lights oh God this is really it isn't it he swings at me and oh my fucking god (more intense) fuck I am bleeding I wish I was at home still sleeping he takes my wallet and jokes on him cause he won't get much he's running down the street I hear a scream I'm just laying hear bleeding on the pavement a frantic woman runs over and calls 911 but I think she may be to late