I lie on the ground, a knife in my chest
I loved my life, it was the best
An ugly face comes to meet mine
He pulls out the knife, and cuts down in a line
The blade strikes my shoulder, I cry out in pain
My blood starts to flow as it starts to rain
My life starts to drain, I see a light
All around me I hear the sounds of the fight
A figure approaches, a gun in his hand
As he limps towards me, he issues a command
“Somebody get a medic! This man needs help”
As a bullet hits him, he gives a yelp
As my vision starts to blur, my legs turn to lead
Finally my heart has stopped and I am …….