its not tears i shed <br />from blood on lead <br />and this wound that leaks <br />my life <br /> <br />its the shadow above me <br />the face that i see <br />that truly makes this wound <br />lethal. <br /> <br />so please put the gun to my head <br />to sooner pronounce me dead <br />i was nothing but a corpse to you from the start <br /> <br />dear life i now part <br />slowing beats of a heart <br />i whisper one last request <br />that you lay next to me while i begin to rest <br />and kiss away my last breath.<br /><br />Chelsey Sanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/path-of-a-bullet/
