there is blood

but not a lot
there is pain

but not a lot
there is hope

but not a lot
there are cries

but not many
there is a life

but only short
there is truth

but only one
there’s a fear

but not a hate
there’s a siren

but far away
there’s a gun

but not mine
there’s a man

but not him
there is another shot

but not at me
there is death

as you’d expect
there is an end

but not the death
there is me

there is him

there is her

this is it