There is a target on my back
I’m waiting for the Firing Squad
Yet I’ve already been shot
Have they already taken away my shot?
It should have been nothing but an after-thought
But the imagination runs wild
Rising in my throat, sulfurous bile
I want to run away
But I can’t keep the demons at bay
I’ve lost the way.
I’ve lost myself
I only see a bullet
Hurdling towards me.
Toward the target on my back
The Firing Squad approaches
They are on their way
But I don’t deserve this shot
Why are they taking away my shot
I have already been shot
Yet the Firing Squad marches ever-closer
Inexorably like wind and waves.