Blind Faith
Three wronged
Knives drawn
Cut someone
Deep
Must choose
Gun drawn
Sights trained
Squeeze...
Shot fired
Target hit
Bulb smashed
Mistake
Dark room
Target quiet
Guilt grips
To me
Breathe hard
Step forward
Pain erupts
beneath
Glass shards
Dig hard
Crunch into
My feet
Knives drawn
Cut someone
Deep
Must choose
Gun drawn
Sights trained
Squeeze...
Shot fired
Target hit
Bulb smashed
Mistake
Dark room
Target quiet
Guilt grips
To me
Breathe hard
Step forward
Pain erupts
beneath
Glass shards
Dig hard
Crunch into
My feet
posted by Ultra Toast Mosha God at 7:29 AM
4 Comments:
I enjoyed how this commenced and concluded with imagery of the cutting of flesh, yet the actual substance of the piece had the basis of another emotion and method of violence.
Ahem - sorry - still in my "work dialogue" while I wrote this.
Wait for the body to stop moving before you make up your mind its not aa vampire. You never know, may need a couple extra shots in the head.
very poignant
i like the short statements. made it seem more clinical in a sense.
Very abrupt and direct phrasing, makes me think of a song with an angular and dissonant backbeat. I like.
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