Can't It Be Another?
I am the deer caught in the mad man's headlights.
My never ending black, pure, eyes stare straight into death's bright lights.
Though, in my heart I know that I am not ready to go,
I stand idle for my capture-less soul to be devoured and hanged from the tops of the walls by nails and wood.
I cry into the night's sky as I feel the tires run over me, and I helplessly watch as blood starts oozing out of my limp-less body.
God, why is it me that this has happened too?
Can't it be another?
The coldness starts to set in, life flashes before my eyes.
I sadly realize that I'll never be able to see my mother, my father, my sister, or my brother again.
God, why is it me that this has happened too?
And as I see the man come towards me,
Gun in hand,
I selfishly ask myself again,
Can't it be another?
- 𝓛𝓪𝔂
