Bullet Pains
Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:53 am
Mentality of a dying man...the experience of a bullet going through ur flesh...take note of the psychological stages this man goes through..
rippin, piercin, hellish pain
Torchure scorch of shell remains
Skin and blood and cries and tears
My flesh is torn and rises fears
Bloaw!!!!
Im dropped by the pop-of-the-gun-clip, my heart throbs-as-my-guts-rip, to cease-the-pain
And stoppin-the-blood-drips, I calm my breathin so my mind can ease-the-same,
Emotions-hit, freeze-the-frame, cuz everything felt motionless, im strugglin-for-breath,
I was runnin-from-death but I still felt one in my waist n another one-in-my-chest,
I can almost hear the drain-of-health, I blame-myself... why'd it have to be-like-this??
Cuz here on the streets-I-sit....
Under His feet-id-kiss, to have another day with the wifey-id-miss, and to again see-my-kids
I tried to sit-down-still, breathing-hard eyes to the sky pleading-God why have His-own-killed?
I was strong-willed, hopefully I live to see another day so I can stop climbing the wrong-hill,
I would be a changed-man, If i pass this stage-and pass away cuz of a dying age like I made planned...
I would read and appreciate the bible's every page-and id pray every day no longer a raged-man
But I became afraid...cuz my every breath frigid, my life comin off short like inbred midgits
Losing warmth, I looked like a broken bottle of ketchup how I was drippin red-liquid,
Felt my breath-quicken, my blood pulsatin through my veins as much as-my-brain-managed
it burned like infernal-flame-habits so my flesh wounds were nothing to the internal-things-damage.
Now my sights blurry, im decreasing senses, my fingertips numb now im feeling helpless
I've never felt this, im not ready to meet elvis, but fuck..im starting to get breathless..
My nerves are going crazy, im hoping-it'll-stop...the blood in my veins are flowin-like-they'll-pop,
Please...no...I think I just have to open-up-to-God...cuz I've lost it all now im going-into-shock...
God take me...
Paramedics come..: "we lost him..."
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rippin, piercin, hellish pain
Torchure scorch of shell remains
Skin and blood and cries and tears
My flesh is torn and rises fears
Bloaw!!!!
Im dropped by the pop-of-the-gun-clip, my heart throbs-as-my-guts-rip, to cease-the-pain
And stoppin-the-blood-drips, I calm my breathin so my mind can ease-the-same,
Emotions-hit, freeze-the-frame, cuz everything felt motionless, im strugglin-for-breath,
I was runnin-from-death but I still felt one in my waist n another one-in-my-chest,
I can almost hear the drain-of-health, I blame-myself... why'd it have to be-like-this??
Cuz here on the streets-I-sit....
Under His feet-id-kiss, to have another day with the wifey-id-miss, and to again see-my-kids
I tried to sit-down-still, breathing-hard eyes to the sky pleading-God why have His-own-killed?
I was strong-willed, hopefully I live to see another day so I can stop climbing the wrong-hill,
I would be a changed-man, If i pass this stage-and pass away cuz of a dying age like I made planned...
I would read and appreciate the bible's every page-and id pray every day no longer a raged-man
But I became afraid...cuz my every breath frigid, my life comin off short like inbred midgits
Losing warmth, I looked like a broken bottle of ketchup how I was drippin red-liquid,
Felt my breath-quicken, my blood pulsatin through my veins as much as-my-brain-managed
it burned like infernal-flame-habits so my flesh wounds were nothing to the internal-things-damage.
Now my sights blurry, im decreasing senses, my fingertips numb now im feeling helpless
I've never felt this, im not ready to meet elvis, but fuck..im starting to get breathless..
My nerves are going crazy, im hoping-it'll-stop...the blood in my veins are flowin-like-they'll-pop,
Please...no...I think I just have to open-up-to-God...cuz I've lost it all now im going-into-shock...
God take me...
Paramedics come..: "we lost him..."
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