I can hear the water lapping against the shoreline.
The midnight darkness is so black that I cannot see my hands.
The place to drink to quench my sandpaper raspy thirst is very close.
I am full of fear, though, as I know there is death danger near!
I was shot twice in my chest by a high powered rifle of some type.
Two shots to the right side of my lower torso.
Two bullets punched their way through my flesh like...
A red hot knife cutting through a stick of butter.
I never saw the shooter!
I never heard the shots!
I absolutely felt the impact!
I absolutely felt the burning pain!
Luck was my lover that moment.
Both bullets missed my vital organs.
I actually feel a hell of a lot better than I should.
I stopped the bleeding and patched my wounds.
About three days have passed since I was shot.
Oh, I indeed lost consciousness after my assault.
And when I came too I discovered my vehicle was gone.
And I was left to die in the 100 degree desert sun
But I survived the drying assault of the sun.
I used the clothing items in my suitcase lying beside me to live.
Protection from the sun was my immediate imperative.
And finding water is the next thing I have to do.
And now it is midnight and the darkness is swallowing me live!
The heat leaves with the sun and now I am dressed in layers.
My feet hurt from walking in that direction,
And my thirst is now overtaking my mental state.
I can hear it just over there.
Water is lapping against the sand.
Oh my god, I need to rush over there and dive in.
But, I cannot see a goddamn thing in this darkness.
A midnight watering hole in the darkness in the desert!
What large and small beasts have claimed this shore!
When I stumble over there in the darkness...
What kind of defenses do the defenders possess?
I cannot afford to be struck by a snake's fangs.
There are wolves out here and water is their friend, too.
Scorpions are hiding under every other rock!
It is too dangerous to barge into the water blanketed in midnight!
I'll wait until morning to face my fate.
I will sleep on top of this boulder up above the ground.
Tomorrow, for the first time in three days, water!
Please god, let there be water for a dying man!
The time for thought is over!
I must force myself to fall asleep!
The sweet relief of sleep during the most dire moments!
And I will dream of midnight at the watering hole!
rlj
The midnight darkness is so black that I cannot see my hands.
The place to drink to quench my sandpaper raspy thirst is very close.
I am full of fear, though, as I know there is death danger near!
I was shot twice in my chest by a high powered rifle of some type.
Two shots to the right side of my lower torso.
Two bullets punched their way through my flesh like...
A red hot knife cutting through a stick of butter.
I never saw the shooter!
I never heard the shots!
I absolutely felt the impact!
I absolutely felt the burning pain!
Luck was my lover that moment.
Both bullets missed my vital organs.
I actually feel a hell of a lot better than I should.
I stopped the bleeding and patched my wounds.
About three days have passed since I was shot.
Oh, I indeed lost consciousness after my assault.
And when I came too I discovered my vehicle was gone.
And I was left to die in the 100 degree desert sun
But I survived the drying assault of the sun.
I used the clothing items in my suitcase lying beside me to live.
Protection from the sun was my immediate imperative.
And finding water is the next thing I have to do.
And now it is midnight and the darkness is swallowing me live!
The heat leaves with the sun and now I am dressed in layers.
My feet hurt from walking in that direction,
And my thirst is now overtaking my mental state.
I can hear it just over there.
Water is lapping against the sand.
Oh my god, I need to rush over there and dive in.
But, I cannot see a goddamn thing in this darkness.
A midnight watering hole in the darkness in the desert!
What large and small beasts have claimed this shore!
When I stumble over there in the darkness...
What kind of defenses do the defenders possess?
I cannot afford to be struck by a snake's fangs.
There are wolves out here and water is their friend, too.
Scorpions are hiding under every other rock!
It is too dangerous to barge into the water blanketed in midnight!
I'll wait until morning to face my fate.
I will sleep on top of this boulder up above the ground.
Tomorrow, for the first time in three days, water!
Please god, let there be water for a dying man!
The time for thought is over!
I must force myself to fall asleep!
The sweet relief of sleep during the most dire moments!
And I will dream of midnight at the watering hole!
rlj
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