It raced to my heart.
Leaving a long hole in it's path.
It's owner was smart.
He must have done some math.
Ahh! It hit a bone.
It went straight through.
I feel so cold but I'm not yet alone.
I want to fight back but there's nothing I can do.
The police have come back but it's to late.
The man is on the stairwell.
In heaven I'll be straight.
So my last words are Fair well.
