Supersonic.
Unknown to be coming.
BANG!
An unexpected murder
You,
the killer.
me,
the victim.
shot straight through my exposed heart.
Don't say sorry.
Drown in your guilt,
while I drown in my blood.
true,
They handed you the gun...
but you,
while looking in my pleading eyes,
pulled the trigger.
You know the pain of killing,
I know the pain of dying.
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