3 Seconds

A bullet in the heart, a bullet in the head My body's just been pierced by a tiny piece of lead. I'm feeling very cold, I'm feeling very wet. 3 seconds ago, my life was somewhat set. I was gonna go to college, try to get a good career. Now, I'm quite exhausted, my sight no longer clear. My fingers start to shake, as my lips begin to quiver. My eyelids growing heavy as my body soon will shiver. Spring is in the air, and the birds are in the breeze. ...things I did not notice 'till I fell down to my knees. The sun caresses me like a mother to a child. I lay here horizontal, the wind I feel ...is mild. The blood begins to exit my weary body fast. My strength depletes so rapidly, this pain ...it just can't last. I wish this was a dream, and could climb right out of bed. My head begins to pulsate, as my hair just rests in red. I remember when I learned to tie my little shoes. A task I learned so quickly, one I will no longer use. I remember my first kiss, and the girl who placed it on me. Her hair was golden blonde, her smell was sweet like honey. The pain is not so bad now, like a sting but more intense. My thoughts begin to cloud, like a fog that's very dense. The pool below my head, is becoming oh, so deep. As my pulse begins to slow, I start to feel a creep. I'll never have a wife, or make a son or daughter. I'll never hear more nature, or the human sound of laughter. I'll never see the world, like I always wanted to. No longer will I feel, or touch, or taste, or do. I think about my father, we had a horrid fight. Seems like a year ago, but it happened just last night. What about my puppy, she just began to teethe. I hope she doesn't whimper when I don't come home this eve. I think about my mother, good things she'd always say. I pray she feels no guilt, as my bed ...it will stay made. No longer will my friends meet me at the corner. No good times, hard times, time I have no longer. My hurt begins to fade, as I lose the war to live. I think my heart has failed, My body soon will give. My nose still smells the scent, of a freshly fired gun. My ears can hear the footsteps, somebody starts to run. 3 seconds quickly passed, my body lay there dead. With a bullet in my heart, and a bullet in my head. I was taken for some change, nobody saw his face. You took my petty change ...don't spend it in one place. Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 01:59 AM PST   0 • 9