One shot in the dark wasn't provided with aim,
But it pierced a hole in his chest all the same,
Leaking blood and screaming tears, from the outlook it was plain,
That all hope was lost, as the victim thrashed wildly in pain,
No hope left in his brain, as he lay limp on the ground,
Jerking his mouth, desperate to pass one last sound,
Hysteria set in, as he realized nobody around,
Needles and pins, wishing it had been the other way round,
Anger raced through his mind, blocking the vision of blood,
That poured from the recess, a red running flood,
He sieved over his thoughts, final words surfaced now,
Of saying goodbye to his wife as he wiped cold sweat from his brow,
Wouldn't allow his weary eyes to drift into sleep,
Though his heartbeat was slowing and his limbs became weak,
He yelled out in terror as he stared to the end of the street,
Praying for someone to discover him there on the concrete,
To treat his wounds and stem the blazing flow,
That now covered his jumper in a cranberry glow,
The color of war, and the color of lust,
Th color of glory,and the color of rust,
A deep burning amber, a ruby red crust,
Poured from the lifeless corpse, peacefully staining the dust.
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