I sit in the darkness and wait
My weapon ready
My heartbeat unsteady
Can I succeed
In the bombed-out house
The smell of pass and shit
Empty bottles and broken glass
Is this my final resting place?
My hand shaking like a leaf
A fag, yes I need a fag
To calm my nerves
No, no fag today, to give my position away
two shots and away and I’m finished for today.
That’s my Mantra
I hear the bin lids coming closer
My weapon is ready
But am I?
The Plan, is two shots and away
The bin lids like thunder in my ears
They are here
Silence. Deadly silence
A deep breath.
First squeeze, second squeeze
I’m gone and took one with me
Lady luck on my side.
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