shoot me

Everyone ran carrying their most important things, they were looking for a place to go and they succeeded, with the exception of a thousand innocents, a thousand people who died, but first their hands shook from receiving those hermit shots, shots that committed a small murder and hit the target.

The last heartbeat of those people before dying and the castaway shots that found a refuge in those people.  Perhaps in my body every day a war breaks out.

I have my heart full of bullets, and you have the gun.