Grocery Run

The day had ended
with the dripping of his blood
hugging concrete
under the moon
his pain was silenced.

A nameless bullet
tearing through a heart
another life ended
in a deadly flash and burst
to never see it coming.

One of the good boys
"just milk and bread," she'd said
with a quickened pace
through this arena
fifteen year old's don't seem to last.

Water trickles over his lips
as the life escapes him
through the rain, tomorrow will never come
for boys like him
this is the only way out.

A piece of metal
meant for a driver of a cadi
Death becomes freedom
for boys in debt
but aim was off tonight

Under the Moon
another life ended
one of the good boys
as the life escapes him
death becomes freedom.