Lying here at the side of the road, I’m rotting from the inside; I’m helpless to prevent it. I’m know what’s happening, but two lead bullets inside my brain ended my ability to communicate.
I can only wait to be found.
No one has done so yet; it’s already been 36 hours.
The police will catch the killer.
Until then, I just become more toxic.
Wait, there are flashing blue lights in the distance. The police are here after all. Sorry, crows.