11-23-2013, 10:46 PM
I've placed this in Serious for a reason. I want to improve
Pieces rain like blood tattered confetti,
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull
Only now have they finally ceased
they've reduced to a light chanting
Watching me, touching me, stripping me
taking my soul, my resolve, drained.
They cannot take my purpose, survival.
Nor can I theirs, akin struggle.
Soldiers, all the Enemies I've killed.
Soldiers, all the Brothers I've lost.
Washed ashore, relinquished from the Sea
that corralled Souls, eliminated our Conscience.
Pieces rain like blood tattered confetti,
still remembering their names, their faces.
They're screaming through their exit wounds
I place barrel to temple, pull
Only now have they finally ceased
they've reduced to a light chanting
Watching me, touching me, stripping me
taking my soul, my resolve, drained.
They cannot take my purpose, survival.
Nor can I theirs, akin struggle.
Soldiers, all the Enemies I've killed.
Soldiers, all the Brothers I've lost.
Washed ashore, relinquished from the Sea
that corralled Souls, eliminated our Conscience.
You'll find out who I am within the imagery, it pleads 'fuck the metaphors and scream'