The Dead Of Night Poem by Dismembered Car

In the heat of the night, as I lay in bed,
A sweat on my face, and all over my head,
Theres a knock on the door, and steps on the floor,

As the tall man enters, it radals my being
The gun to my head, an undescribable feeling,
Finger on the trigger, Nothing but a shiver,

The gun fired, the bullets flys,
Into my forehead, just above my eyes,
Then I take my final breath, and drift away to an untimely death