Two Ata Time

Sitting on a slope. GiGanTiC. I, named the mountain. Ever Completely Lost Never Found. I was named. Displaying sand by the edge of a dune. I am, again. Too high to be doped. Too stoned to be alone. Too off my head to be classified. One of the dead. Crows are circling above. Speculating. But, so am I. I am not the black spot. Flying in the clear blue skies. Suddenly, blood sprayed the skin on my face. Gunshots, blasted quivers of pain. In and all around my spine. More than one onced. Twice. Two AtA Time. Raining Bullets. With exquisite explosions during in the background. I was being ripped apart by being torn. I was deathmatched and smackfaced. In the open and nowhere to hide. I was struck with lead. Six numbered the strikes. Into my entity of shadows. Surely can explain one good reason. Why I am not much liked.