TW: death
as he tore down the streets,
as his heart rapidly beats,
it couldnt take that damage,
how could he manage,
the siren wails growing,
the pain ongoing,
the fire flooding back to him,
the words echoing through each limb,
Stay Gold he thought,
even as he got caught,
under that circle of light,
on that frigid, grim night,
as the bullets ripped through the air,
Dallas Winston DID CARE,
and he whispered his last,
as he passed,
crawling across that road,
he no longer strode,
two people died that night,
things blurred out of sight,
one thing was clear,
what he held dear,
Johnny was right,
Dally died gallant.
im crying help. stay gold
- mrs. curtis <3
DISCLAIMER: i got this from pintrest it isnt mine
