The Demon Grin

Copper
a sharp, bitter taste
Mixing with a hint of ash
lining the inside of his mouth

Half excited by the prospect of death
half afraid of dying
The coolness, a release of his body heat
He could feel his life draining through the bullet holes

The glitter from his eyes
the spark becomes dimmer
Closing them
opening them
as if to shake away the reapers embrace

The concrete beneath him filling with his essence
a puddle forming
pooling

Each breath harder
gasping, spitting up blood

His killer looked down at him
a sharp smile, a flash of teeth
His eyes burning in the darkness
the tip of his hat flickered in the wind

A spiral downward
sinking lower and lower
The force of will to carry on
becomes more of an anchor
dragging him farther down

He could still see the glint from his killers teeth
the fire behind his eyes
Feel the anger

With a strength few can ever muster
he pulled himself back
His anger became more
it became rage

The smugness
the aura of triumph was gone
Shock and awe in their place
as his victim
this dying man
Became more in a moment

The anger was pulsing through him
which made his blood pour out in a faster pace
he didn't care
Clawing, gnashing
with hands moving with purpose
if his dying day was today
so too would be his killers

A slash across his killers throat
now joining him in the darkness
both of their lives mingling and burning out together

Now he bears the demon grin
with the sparkling eyes to match