The last promise

A squeal of wheels.

A hand on the brake.

Those where my last memories,

Before I met my fate.

He told me I wouldn't die,

Wouldn't die...

My best friend told me

I wouldn't die.

But he was wrong.

I feel my strength going,

These bullets in my skin.

I'm off to join my mentor,

I hope they'll let me in.

I think I am going to like this.

Better than any game.

Maybe he was right, my friend.

What is dying anyway?