Bullets split the air, blood as red as her hair, tear through skin, waiting and hoping to get to a place where I've never been, break through bones, lived with unrealistic hopes,
make see-through holes, the pain only grows, bullets are harmless, the gleam of avoiding eyes makes everything feel less, no pain can suppress, a blow delivered with finesse,
holy sorrow, a great bless, martyric wisdom, bloodied mess, deceiving words meant to impress, to paint a world of make-believe success.
his world of beauty and bliss didn't have the fortune of being spared by a near miss. All torn from the inside by a gunshot that managed to decide the outcome of a very much deserved but rushed suicide