Death

Wed, 09/18/2019 - 14:18 -- corey.

I woke up in a puddle of blood sweating 

All I hear is “my son is hit” and paramedics screaming

“We can’t save him”

I thought I was dead 

I only remember being on a stretcher 

thinking about the afterlife and how it”ll be 

when im not on earth.. 

I didn’t feel any bullet enter my body

I was just hoping for another

Chance at life 

Praying my soul doesn’t leave my body 

I just want to live long enough to smell 

the oldest rose rise 

Roses turn black after they die.. 

 

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