i saw him last night,
i saw the bullet,
speeding toward his head,
could not run fast enough, duck down enough,
i saw him die.
i ran too hard last night,
coughed out blood and fell,
i tried to find a light,
there wasn't one anywhere,
and by now i was too scared to despair.
the man, no boy, smiled at me,
he hefted that small danger in his hands,
i tried to scream,
no sound came out,
he laughed, that bastard, he laughed.
he grinned again, looking wild,
i could not move,
frozen to the pavement,
i could only scream in my head, swear in my head,
pray for my life.
in my head.
and i saw the bullet,
the second time in my life,
the last time in my life,
you see, i felt unrivaled pain only this one time, this one millisecond,
and i can tell you now, death comes so quickly you might miss it.
