While i Die

• Artist: dudette punk
• Description: I apoligize for any discomfort you might feel as you read this. This is what i like to write about. How do you feel as you read this? Does this help you better cherish the consept of life? If you should ever consider dying to escape reality, how would your loved ones feel? How would you feel?
• Date: 11/02/2009
• Tags: while

Walking home late at night from the party, i spot a dark figure in the distance. A cold breeze washes over me. The dark figure comes closer. I can hear my heat pounding. Something doesn't feel right, i want to run, i'm to afraid to move. I can see his face, a narrow face with a short brown beard at the chin. Blood shot eyes, mouth twists into a smirk as he pulls a gun from his coat. I try to scream but no soud comes out. He points the gun at my heart, and shoots. Pain crawls down my immobilized body. I drop swiftly to the ground. Blood runs down my chest. I feel cold. I can feel the blood draining out of my body. The man, still standing over me, snickers quietly. Sirens, the police must be coming. A booming voice yells out, "You there! Drop your wepons and come out with your hands up!". The man runs, runs fast from the police. My head, feels dizzy. Everything is a blur. My eyes feel heavy. Two people carefully pick me up and place me on a strecher. As i am wheeled into the back of the abulence i remember my mom and dad. How much they would worry if they knew what has happened tonight. I feel stiff. My eyes, burning, closing slowly. I see stars, then, nothing. I took one last breath, then died.

Comments

[dudette punk]

I don't know it just came to me, I can just feel how this would feel. It is easy for me to write grim stories like this about death and grief. It's almost like I've lived all of it before...

[Malik Ishtaru]

It is interesting what you wrote here. To me it seems something that would appear to you in a dream. Did you write this off from the ground or did you have a dream to these similar events ?