• I sit and listen to the poor souls scream. Wishing this could be just a dream. The guns erupt and throw me out of my trance. This pain feels like a silly dance. We spin and twirl and fling ourselves around, only to be pushed to the ground. My love is all but swept away, a martyr i will be today. With my final will in I rush, and all the violence begins to hush. I let the bullets rip from my gun, and the screams of pain turn my to nun. I feel the shell inside myself, I fall to the ground to be undone. My time has come, and like a dove, I part from this earth. I'm sorry my love, I did my best. Goodnight my children, Daddy loves you.