Homeboy's Gone

My homeboy's
gone:
five bullets
in him
turned him
into a ghost.

His white
T-shirt's
full of holes,
but the blood
is gone
completely.

Half his head
has flesh.
The other half
is a skeleton
without teeth.

My homeboy's
free
of the gang.
Seems he wants
to recruit me.

But I want to
live.
I'm not ready
to be dead
like him.