They put a gun to my head
All cloak and dagger, whispers in my ear
Secrets they wanted to hear
The sun rising again was all I wished to see
Not a word about clemency
Mercy or an appeal
Speak now and shed no tears
Life had a nasty habit of putting me in my place
But certain secrets died with me
Kicking my stomach straight through my rib cage, heart fluttering with fear
The blood pounding in my head
Was it the last thing I would feel?

To be continued…