The bullet whistled,
And a number fell.
I watched the life drain from him,
His clammy features grey,
And he reached a cold numbness.
I can not fall to this fate.
Born lifeless, the stars have no hold over me.
I am invincible.
I am gone.
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
The bullet whistled,
And a number fell.
I watched the life drain from him,
His clammy features grey,
And he reached a cold numbness.
I can not fall to this fate.
Born lifeless, the stars have no hold over me.
I am invincible.
I am gone.