Im surrounded by familiar faces,
The choice has been made I will meet my demise,
Torture is realized, life flashing before my eyes,
I place the gun to my head as I begin to die.
Time rewinds as sorrow and sadness plague my mind,
For living amongst the living are the dead,
Corpses alive, every body will die,
This is hell to which I have fled.
The dreams in which I die are the best that i've had,
Accepting my fate for I no longer cared,
I cherish my right, to no sound and no sight,
Only to wake up to a nightmare.
Its been weeks since the last time that i've slept,
Im not scared to die, but im too scared to live,
When my eyes close, only then it all shows,
Their faces carved inside my eyelids.
So many have gone that its becoming unbearable,
To the point where I begin to forget all of their names,
It kills me inside, to know i'm alive,
Im rapidly going insane.
So death is welcomed for it will bring peace,
It's taken so many but mainly the poor,
Blacks, whites, family and friends, there are no exceptions,
This is the product of war.
The gun clicks loud as my finger pulls tight,
I squeeze it again but somehow im alive,
The gun has jammed, right in my hand,
Why must I be the one to survive?