I felt uneasy as his presence neared,
a hooded man, his face cloaked in shadow
so with a gentle pull I bade you near
fearing that I may have to let you go
He drew his weapons as he came in reach,
I pushed you aside, no time to prepare
but as i grabbed at my waist for my gun
it seemed that there was nothing but air there
so there was nothing that I could have done,
as into me his bullets sped with fate
I felt nothing but anger as they went
and in his face I screamed a bitter hate
yet I stayed up until he turned to you
and only felt the pain that you felt too.
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