DEOGD's Watching My Life Go Down

 

Watching my life go down, I can’t see I can’t breathe, can’t take the pressure from the chokes and the knees crushing and damaging my vocal keys. Watching my life go down, I’m gasping for air, can’t FEEL my hands or my feet, eyes bulging with tears, thinking bout my maker I’m finna meet. The choke to my throat not leaving any room for gasped air to float. The bullets pierce through my paper thin skin, behind the cloths of my clothes, hides the multiple bullets holes now tucked deep in my heart, which cuts deep to reap of my soul. The pressure is pressing feeling like my brains about explode, I’m drifting out of my own body, I can feel the wings in my back as they grow. I can now see the crowds all around me, so silent not a single sound. As my body lay stiff spread out with chalk board drawings that outlines my body on the ground Many eyes are crying, throats screaming to a screeching sound, but no one stopped them, no one did a thing to help me, they all just stood there, stood there watching, watching my life go down!