Sitting in silence,
As the sweat pours down,
A moment of violence,
Ending in deafening sound.
Your heart begins to desperately pound,
You know the moments coming,
As your body hits the ground,
You know the blood is flowing.
And as the silence grips the air,
Along with powder and your last breath,
You cry out in despair,
Waiting for your death.
And as you claw at the earth in pain,
Your body begins to fill it,
Blood pouring like rain,
Catching your breath with the bullet.
