I walked around the corner, some
Random street, then I saw you
Walking,
Advancing
Pacing
Towards me. I ran only a second
To turn another for my stride to pick up.
But it was to late you cant out run a
Bullet, it has a target when fired,
The gun easy, but the shot,
Penetrated,
Pierced,
Ripped,
In to me body, it felt numb then
Exploded in pain,
Blood rushing through my body exiting
From my wound, gushing blood
My clothes now stained.
Why me is it because of the run,
I saw it in the trousers sticking
Under the jacket, I just didnt want to the one,
The one robbed,
Or shot for fun,
But my mistake has cost me,
My body going into cold shock
Over taking my senses,
The last word I hear is
"Why you run"
"Your no one fool"
If you,d walked on by this wouldn't have happened,
The last regret before I die.
My mistake was the run,
Now I am cold as life drains upon the cold floor.