the dream

shot in the neck by a masked gunman as i tried to do the right thing. you stood there with a cool and tranquil look watching me as i choked on my own blood. i watched the scene in third-person as if it were a game. strangely, i wasn't expecting you to do anything. i didn't mind either. forget the would be futile attempt you reasoned and i understood. asphyxiation on the substance which pumps life into us. ironic eh? somehow i knew i'd go down fighting. i don't need any saving, i knew i'd fall standing tall.