Crosshairs >>Spitfire<<

Sitting on my pretty shelf with the crosshairs on me.

Never heard a warning called, never heard the shot.

Reality snarled, and slapped my face.

Now I lie here with my bloody pain around me.

Looking for pieces to put together, pieces that still fit.

I see you in blurred vision. Is that a hand outstretched?

Pain etched across your beautiful face, for the deed you've done.

Reality laughs and slaps me again, "I never was what you expected"

Through my bloody tears I see that you're still standing there.

Reality lurks in the corner, grinning it's ghastly grin.

I reach out with my weakened hand, reaching for your strength.

"Please, please," I beg, "Don't put me in the crosshairs again."

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