we stare each other down
I look at you and frown
because my chances of survival are none
you say it's over--that I'm done
staring down the barrel of death
you can pretty much figure the rest
she moved only an inch
saying it was a cinch
and a warm hole bellowed into my brain
blood oozed out as I felt the pain
and then it was over--just like that
pretty simple now, as I sit back
my brain, blood, guts and all
were smear-painted on the wall
she laughed hysterically and then ran out the door
screaming-blood murder! bloody murder!-lifeless on the floor!
I'm not mad at her for killing me
just mad that I couldn't see
the light of day, or dark of night
or feel arms holding me tight
they left the house just the same
except this trinket, on it my name