Blackmail

(This is a fictional poem) I have a bullet in my chest and I'm about to die. I saw a man kill his wife and I decided to blackmail the guy. I'm really scared, I didn't count on getting shot. I asked him for a quarter of a million but a bullet was what I got. I should've called the police and turned him in. Now I'll never be able to make love or even see a sunrise again. He just drove away and the time I have left is getting shorter and shorter. He will be brought to justice because I just named him as my killer on my tape recorder.