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This is o v e r l o a d
Too damn much. Can't think, can't think ,
"Oh, fuck"
What do I do? What the hell could I possibly do?

Cornered and weaponless, I am going to die.

"Any last words?" He asks. His voice is raspy and deep.
He raises his arm. He has a gun.
My life is supposed to flash before my eyes, isn't it?
The hard drive is full, there is no  s p a c e  for anything but panic in my head.
And how embarrassing, I'm crying, trembling in all my cowardly glory.

Dead end. Dead end. Dead end. Oh, shit.

My hands press against the brick wall of the alley hoping for just, something.
Is this the last thing I will ever feel? Please no.
What could I possibly say? What if this is really the end?

"You're a complete asshole," I tell the man with a gun pointed at my head.
My voice is shaking, and I'm w h e e z i n g from all that running away.

"Wow, you've got spunk," he says.
And then he laughs. He laughs so hard that the gun f a l l s for a second.

Oh god, why am I such a damn idiot?

I run. Maybe it's instinct, but it's mainly just desperation.
I'm stumbling, but at least I've regained my breath,
my lungs are tight, but I keep on going even though my body's screaming for me to stop. I Can't.
Oh, fuck I've gotta get out. Gotta get out.
And of course I forgot about the cronies. Of freaking course.

I  A M  G O I N G  T O  D I E

And pain e x p l o d e s in my spine like fire and my nerves are screaming out as they die in agony,
I'm not sure if I screamed or not, because all I can see in my head is OVERLOAD.

And then there are images.
But it's not my life that's flashing before my eyes.

It's people, faces.
My family. My friends. My mentors.

Then it's you, wonderful, idiot, beautiful, brilliant, stupid YOU.
I guess I never forgot about you.

Maybe it was true love after all, darling.

Description
This is o v e r l o a d
Too damn much. Can't think, can't think ,
"Oh, fuck"
What do I do? What the hell could I possibly do?

Cornered and weaponless, I am going to die.

"Any last words?" He asks. His voice is raspy and deep.
He raises his arm. He has a gun.
My life is supposed to flash before my eyes, isn't it?
The hard drive is full, there is no  s p a c e  for anything but panic in my head.
And how embarrassing, I'm crying, trembling in all my cowardly glory.

Dead end. Dead end. Dead end. Oh, shit.

My hands press against the brick wall of the alley hoping for just, something.
Is this the last thing I will ever feel? Please no.
What could I possibly say? What if this is really the end?

"You're a complete asshole," I tell the man with a gun pointed at my head.
My voice is shaking, and I'm w h e e z i n g from all that running away.

"Wow, you've got spunk," he says.
And then he laughs. He laughs so hard that the gun f a l l s for a second.

Oh god, why am I such a damn idiot?

I run. Maybe it's instinct, but it's mainly just desperation.
I'm stumbling, but at least I've regained my breath,
my lungs are tight, but I keep on going even though my body's screaming for me to stop. I Can't.
Oh, fuck I've gotta get out. Gotta get out.
And of course I forgot about the cronies. Of freaking course.

I  A M  G O I N G  T O  D I E

And pain e x p l o d e s in my spine like fire and my nerves are screaming out as they die in agony,
I'm not sure if I screamed or not, because all I can see in my head is OVERLOAD.

And then there are images.
But it's not my life that's flashing before my eyes.

It's people, faces.
My family. My friends. My mentors.

Then it's you, wonderful, idiot, beautiful, brilliant, stupid YOU.
I guess I never forgot about you.

Maybe it was true love after all, darling.