7805ac+Death+Poem

A Not Wanted Death By Alexander Christie

The bullets shimmered through the night, at a heart stopping speed. They were so small and distant, they each looked like a small bead. They came in contact with the falling body, from the guns of the police. And without a sound, the corpse hit the ground, never to hear from again. To this day, with no delay, he is no longer here. So now is the time for the tears to appear. A not wanted death.