I'm shot! I'm shot!
In my bullet-proof vest,
but the pain! Yes the pain!
is still felt in the chest.
A whimper, a crack!
a joke and a jest.
Its now clear, so clear
a dead face in the rest.
He knows, he knows,
this isn't the best,
but it's true, quite true,
it's better than guessed.
He thinks, and thinks,
this might be a test,
but he's known, yes known,
it was hardly a fest.
Now he's lost, so lost.
on his venture, his quest.
He's drained, so drained,
He's troubled, he's stressed.
In the pain, that pain
below his thick breast,
he sees, now he sees,
to feel, he is blessed.
He loved, he loved
and maybe obsessed,
but with love, that love,
did the soul recess?
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