3 a.m. in Minneapolis

Laying on the cold, dirty bar room floor,

I knew my life was out of my control.

The cops are here now, breaking down the door.

I have spiraled down into a black hole. 

Screams and gun shots; still ringing in my ears.

A lifeless body lies on the concrete.

Maybe we all had one too many beers,

Maybe that's someone I know in the street.

As a cop stands above me on the bar,

He told me to shut up, his right gun at me.

I would rather be looking up at the stars.

Someone I know went on a shooting spree

This world is not what I once thought it was.

Why are people dying without a cause?

Reviews

[J.Sin]

Powerful.
I would suggest that the line "his right gun at me" be changed to something like "his gun pointed at me" as the current form suggests the officer has a pair of matching sidearms - something US cops are not carrying as standard issue.
All in all... a great piece of writing.

[emipoemi]

Apart from the minor error of "his right gun at me" probably intending to be "his gun right at me" (I've never heard of a cop who typically carries two guns on his belt), this is fantastically beyond words! Well freaking done!