Shot Him

Heart so cold, could freeze a fire,

Streets turned saint into a liar.

Corner’s gospel, preach to the wire,

Hands shake, but the soul won’t tire.

Took his shot, now he’s expired.

Blood on the curb, dreams retired.

Shot him, caught him, now he’s gone.

Echo of a life in the break of dawn.

Told myself I had to, can’t move on.

Shot him, caught him, but the weight feels wrong.

Guilt crawls slow, shadow in the alley,

Memory plays, like a warped finale.

Was it him or me? Same old tally.

Streetlights dim, face down in the valley.

Grimy whispers, cold as Cali.

Soul’s a shiv, cuts deep and rally.

The barrel spoke, the silence broke,

A hollow scream, then the devil woke.

Shot him, caught him, now he’s gone.

Echo of a life in the break of dawn.

Told myself I had to, can’t move on.

Shot him, caught him, but the weight feels wrong.

What’s the price of survival, a ghost in the mirror?

Pulse in my chest, but the end feels nearer.

Graveyard thoughts, got the shovel, dig deeper.

Living through the pain, but it cuts like a cleaver.