I will make it up to you, I swear
Posted: Apr. 7, 2008 - 3 comment(s) [ Comment ] - 2 trackback(s) [ Trackback ]
In the third breath he took after he woke
on the day he would die, he felt peaceful.

But just for the inhale, the exhale was
raspy and exagerated.

His whole life he wanted something to live for.
And in those last hours, he realized that his only
reason to live was to have something to die for.

Did he have a good enough reason to die today..

He stood there, sweaty palmed and leaning on a dirty
gas station sink. Staring at himself in the mirror.

Did he have a good enough reason to die today..

A stir, a whisper. Someone was watching.
He turned around just to have the barrel
of a .45 shoved in his eye.

Hands by his side and heart in his throat, 
he knealed, back turned to his demise.

"I know.."
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