Every survivor of this bloodshed
Is seen as a target through the eyes of the dead
See my martyred blade skim across flesh
Veins empty red blood
The same color as yours
The same color as everyone else's
A needle glides to rip out a loose object
The bullets are still fresh in my memory
Darkness collided with the lights
Shoving the sun aside for a brief moment
A moment that lived forever
I can taste the blood of the victims
Still fresh in the air
That will leave
But the memory is permanent
As are the blood stains and bullet holes
Left in the skulls
Of my brothers
Of your brothers
Another target on the street
Waiting for something to jump
Into perspective
So this is not our mass confusion
Confusion is a confession
Only the strong will make
But we are all posers
We are meek
Weak
One jagged end
Can be the end

10/14/2008

Posted on 10/14/2008
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