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[lxlt_winebottle]

You've been shot
full of holes
you feel your eyes
about to close
and the clothes you're in
seem paper thin
you feel the first bite
pain sinks in
because it's cold outside
with no place to hide
your blood out in the snow
and the people stare
but they're unawhere
of why you hit the ground
paralized
but a pulse remains
to pump last thoughts
through your dying brain
and remember your mom
said always do your best
now a bullet burns
within your chest
and with a siren sound
a crowd gathers around
like moths to a flame
because they love bloods smell
but they're scared as hell
of what it means to die