911ost

hello operator, i think i'm to be tried, for believing in my uncle, even though he lied, 911, 911ost, emergency, this blood on my hands isn't killing me, take these broken reins, away from me, in the aftermath while eyes fade green, to black, his eyes fade green to black, his stare was strong and balding, as he flew, his wealth was military, health like me and you, no coming back