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Last Thoughts of a Dying Man

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I lay here on the cold pavement
Bleeding out

Never to see my family again
Never to speak again

Never to say I’m sorry
For the things I did

The lead burns in my gut
While no one helps me

Cars are rushing by
Not to give a care about the bleeding man

My hands have turned red
Warm with blood

Breathing is getting harder
While I watch my killer run away

I don’t know why he did it
Maybe just the thrill to kill

I’m getting very cold
Everything fading from my vision

I don’t hear anything
I don’t see anything

I am finally here





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