911

Keeps coming to my head
I don’t cry no more,
I think of you instead.
Your eyes, smile, laughter;
Not a chapter
In the life I led.
You were the book,
The alpha and omega.
Your flesh made permanent
Indelible stain
On the armour I wore.
I was built like Caine
But able to deliver more.
Someone please call 999,
She just shot me through the heart.

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