On her own will
She was shot through the heart
With no intention to kill
The apologies spill
From the lips of onlookers
Praying for the light
That was took from her
All stare in wonderment of the scene
Even the doer is gasping
From what they see
The damage is worse than what they wanted to believe
Hoping it was just one blow
Not expecting any more
She still bleeds out slowly
Dying on the floor
Lucky for her
In the end
It is not all what it seems
Tis just a metaphor
For what she really feels
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