The Dying Poem by Sirpheno The Knight

The Bullet passed, ... through my heart
I know FOR-REAL... That, I am dying.
Am I thinking, ... about my life?
No need, ... of even trying.

What's done is done.... It was him or me.
No thoughts of love, ... or crying.
This is the price, ... I willingly paid
To Join-The-Gang, ... OR even trying..

Now that I'm gone? ..Will.The-Bros... miss me?
Will they avenge... my death, ... Drive-Bying?
It matters NOT...... to me, ...... you see.
It's... MY-TURN..... TO DO, ..... THE DYING! ! !