Mind Journal of Gun Paper

5 - Desires

I am cold. I think I'm losing blood and I'm getting colder. I wouldn't have wanted my life to end this way. If I had to choose, I'd like to have become a hero to someone before dying. I heard they ask people's last wishes before killing them. No one asked mine, not even a last meal. I'm worse off than a sentenced murderer. Though I'd surely like to have a woman by my side while dying. It's suddenly coming to me now, there's something I want even more than water. I want a woman's body. I wanna feel it one last time before I die. Sex. I'd do anything for that. I'd even sacrifice 2 of my minutes. That's saying a lot, I have less than 5 remaining. That would be my last wish though. I want to have sex. I want to fuck the shit out of a woman! It's getting my blood gushing. The calm is over. It was good while it lasted. This is what you call an uncomfortable urge. If I had to pick I'd pick a younger woman. Someone inexperienced. When did I last have sex? I can't remember! My head hurts again. It getting worse. I don't want to die!