Pour my life out for you

Shoot me once,

Bullet piercing through my shoulder.

Excite me when the blood splatters,

not enough to kill me.

As it tears open my flesh,

as crimson drips on the grey pavement,

paint my life, with the vivid colour.

Shoot me again,

break my skin, to the femur.

As the arteries break all-together,

the scars I created,

will not be visible.

Make me laugh, cry, scream,

For the part of me I despise,

is finally gone.

Shoot me, three bullets fired,

grazed deeply on my side.

As I double over, clutching,

tasting the metallic tang of life.

My guts pour out, gushing,

still-warm, did we learn in biology?

When we gauged out the lungs of a goat.

Shoot me, for the last time,

for fourth, is the death charm.

As the tendons in my eye break,

scarlett, ruby, carmine,

blind me authentically.

I lay there, laughing,

because no life flashes before my eyes.

When I die, will you bury me?

Maybe one day, there will be

someone who loves me enough,

to free me from my cowardice,

and send me to another ***.

To that someone who will end me,

I pour out graciousness for you, and only you.