Hawks

 
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, I see the red laser,
   a red laser on my chest.

I breathe the gas which brings the pain to I, the innocent one.
 I do not die, but pain I feel like no other.

I cannot see what brings peace, only the inevitable dearh.
 A death not soon enough.

A target on my heart, everyone I know hits it well.
Peace is a question of patience.

              I begin to question my sanity,
I see hawks watching me everywhere, always.
                  Are they truly after me?