lying breathless in a cold pool of my own
still as the tomb upon my fathers grave
cries are echoed from above
"medic!"
"medic!"
he stands over me
my blood in his hands
the look of death upon his face
crying with no intent to stop
pierced through the chest
it weighs so much
i try to force a smile
pretend ill be okay
its not that bad
it does no good
he knows whats happening
each beat grows more and more faint
"don't let this hurt you"
i say with my last breath
anger floods through his veins
his eyes glossed with a film of vengeance
"ill get them brother"
he says as he steps aside
"my mission has been delayed..."
i was his best friend
brothers until the end
all that is left to say
is my father saw two sons today
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