your face is pale
your cheeks are cold
i wont accept it
i hold you for warmth but your blood runs cold
i cry until the tears are crimson red
i turn and see the gun
the gun still smoking
the gun being held by a man whom you know as your brother
he fires
i fall into a firey pit
i watch the fire as it expresses its will to take me
i do not care
before it hits me, i wake up
wake to find your corpse in my arms and a bullet in my heart
i may be alive but my soul is with yours
again the crimson tears fill my eyes
i walk away
never to love again
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