Bullet Wound

The speakers blare recklessly in my ears, As I step into a dream, The lights flash on and off, As my eyesight takes a spin, My tongue tastes blood, As I hear the screaming, I smell the bodies sweating and coming in around me, As my arms fly up to help me fall, My hands grip the thickened air, As my body hits the ground, And my ears turn off, My eyes won’t shut, My mouth lies gaping, I smell the death, And I try to touch my soul, As it floats off, Past the maniacs, Who dare not turn to see, The Ruby red liquid disperse around my head, And they carry on, As if I can hear, see, smell, taste and touch what they do.