To Hot For A Vest.

A hot burning bullet entered my chest.
Christ i should have worn my trustee bulletproof vest.
But the night was sweaty and hot.
And i did not think tonight would be the night i got shot.
Inside my hairy chest a burning pain.
All around me my dark red blood did stain.
Suddenly this hot sweaty night turned cold.
A feeling of death on me took a hold.
People looked and screamed.
All of them wishing this they dreamed.
But no dream only reality.
In this mad untamed world I'm just another casualty.
Then all around me calmness.
All I felt was numbness.
And life's lights went out.
Goodbye to you all my forward moving soul did shout.