poem
i sit and i plead and i beg as i bleed. I beg for more as it rain starts to pour. I walk out of the room and into my doom. The rain washing the blood away but the pain is here to stay. I get down on one knee like you asked me. I look into sky as the rain falls into my eye. I kneal there in silence waiting for the deal. The final call is made your the one who gets paid i close my eyes and look down to floor. I dont want this anymore. My final thoughts go through my head then your bullet joins them. I lay on the floor. I am dead. one bullet to the head. No pain no gain. Nothing gained just pain.