A Dream, or Was It?

It’s so dark now,
black is all I see,
I can feel my last breath
coming out of me.

The feeling of my body
slowly fading away.
I'm looking at her,
I'm too weak to speak,
or communicate in anyway.

I squeeze her hand with
agony from the pain.
Seeing myself in her teary
eyes the blood on her hand
seem to have stain.

I fall to the floor from the
three pushes to my chest,
I could have walked away,
but I guess I'm going to be
put to rest.

He runs in the
opposite direction,
"someone stop him!",
my girl shouts out.
She tries to hold me up,
a woman on her phone says,
"an ambulance is on route".

I saw him pull out a gun,
and he points it right at me.
All I hear is a loud scream,
as the gun speaks out one, two,
and three.
Only if he knew I was just
reaching for my keys.

I tell him,
"it’s all over with him and her,
she's with me now".
He starts to cry and replies,
"I'm sorry, that I can not
allow".
My hand ends up going to
my back pocket for some reason
somehow.

I listen to what he has to say,
I guess he use to date my love.
She told me all about him and
how he has threaten to take her life,
and send her to the stars above.

That feeling is back,
I saw this in my dream.
I just hope this scenario
doesn't end with the same
theme.

I get in between them,
and I stare him down.
My girl is clearly upset
with tears, and
an endless frown.

She's shouting at him,
he has hurt her before.
Should I just walk away?
or protect the one I adore?

I hear him calling my girl
all sorts of bad things,
does my girl know him?
I'm lost with everything.

He pushes me out the way
for no reason, so it seem.
what’s this guy's problem?
my fists are ready to fight,
I don't care if he has a team.

I see him run across the
street with a grim look on his
face.
Like I did something wrong to him,
and he wants to put me in disgrace.

I see him staring at me,
or is he staring at my girl?
Of all the people he can look at,
he picks us out of this world.

I feel it coming from behind me,
but no one is there.
Then I notice someone in the
corner of my eyes sitting
on someone's front stairs.

I get a feeling,
that feeling someone is watching
over me.
I must be paranoid,
but my conscience disagrees.

We continue walking down
Countryside Street.
People waving and saying hello,
we reply with a friendly greet.

I hold my girl's hand,
to know that she's ok.
I kiss her on her cheek,
she tells me,
"I love you in everyway",
I reply,
"I love you even more by
each passing day".

I lock the door as we leave,
to make our way to the park to
relax.
But I can’t shake that awful
feeling that something not on
track.

At the kitchen table as we eat
my love says,
"today is such a nice day,
let’s go to the park".
The dog senses I'm worried about
something,
he lets out a worry bark.

I hop into the shower to
wash away my fear.
"The sun is shining"
the song my girl always sings as
she makes breakfast catches my
ear.

Waking up to a cold sweat,
the bed sheets are soaked.
Coughing,
but I'm not sick,
my girl must’ve had a smoke.

An image of my girl with tears in her
eyes looking down at me.
It’s so dark now,
it must’ve all been a dream.

Or was it?