Fuck, I thought the safety was on,
So this is great, I mean Im staring at bits of brain,
One second he was there and now hes gone,
Bullets, someones head flew down like rain.
This was meant to be quick and easy,
No one was supposed to get hurt,
Im staring down at the blood, I feel queasy,
I fall to the ground amongst the dirt.
My thoughts turn to my family back home,
I only did this for some money they needed,
We dont even have enough money for a garden gnome,
For a few pounds I had ignored someone as they pleaded.
I often wondered what people would do for their lives,
Facing the barrel of a gun people will say anything to survive,
Their eyes dart at you like knives,
Into the water Id like to forever dive.
As my vision grows hazy I notice something unseen,
There, in my shirt, is a bullet hole,
My mind races to all the places Ive been,
Where Ive seen bullets rip through someones soul.
So here I am dying,
This was just meant to be a raid,
Blood starts flowing from where Im lying,
These are the last minutes before I fade.
It could have been different had I got an honest job,
Doing a raid here and then isnt quite the same,
Constantly using my skill, for survival, I rob,
After all this lying I barely remember my own name |
Submission Name: oops
