Sad thoughts running through my mind, which makes him weep painfully & think of all the bad He holds his rifle tight with it tied to his hands His dry tounge hanging, his jaw aching in pain waiting for a spark of water He is alone in search of something, but doesnt realize it not knowing what is coming next He can't speak He can be hurt blood dripping from his jacket He enters life
buriedinthedark · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 10:47pm · 1 Comments |