• i breath in
    the gun smoke
    the corpsy smell
    makes me choke
    i see someone comming
    toward me this way
    i lift my head
    and flinch away
    the guns berral
    touches my head
    voice caught in my throte
    nothing was said
    the white flag i held
    meant nothing to him
    my blood soacked the ground
    but this wound would mend
    i climb to my feet
    he looks at my face
    his silent lips move
    but nothing to say
    i lift my gun
    my fingers curl
    that poor man
    was killed by a girl