Matt's Death
I breath in,
inhaling cigarette smoke,
whe I saw them-
The Police-
Blocking the way.
It was then I knew it was pointless,
I was going to die.
The car skidded to a stop,
they surrounded me,
pointing their guns and yelling at me,
telling me to get out.
I comply, slowly,
opening the door,
raising my hands,
I plead.
I try to offer them information,
They refuse.
they don't need information, they say.
Then-
they shoot.
Bullets, countless bullets, hit me.
Pain engulfs me from all sides.
I fall.
My vision fades,
My body hits the ground,
but I don't feel it.
My life ended as my cigarette hit the groud beside me.
Goodbye.