The Day You Died

Nobody wants to die alone
Nor talking on the telephone
You want a hand in your hand
When you make your final stand

Nobody wants to die this way
Leaving a family with bills to pay
You want them to be safe and well
When you hear that final bell

Nobody wants to die like this
Covered in vomit and stinking of piss
People who party till they die,
Suffer a tragic final high

You don’t want to die without a fight
A gun in your gut some fateful night
You want to know that you tried
Even if it’s the day that you died

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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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