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Im fighting a war against myself.
Attacking my emotions.
One by one they fall to the ground taking their last breath.
Happines.
Grief.
Pain.
As I run through the smoke enveloped street a bullet hits my arm.
I run to cover.
There is only one emotion left...
Love.
I move into a building concelled in the smoke.
I tie my tourniquet above the bleeding hole in my arm.
I grab my sniper rifle get into prone posistion and aim out the destroyed wall.
I take aim at the unaware sniper.
Im losing control,
my finger slips off the trigger,
I fall to the floor bleeding uncontrollebly from the wound causedf by the one emotion who empowers over all including me.
Everything goes black,
I awaken to find myself on the floor of my home.
Was it a dream?
I rip my sleeve off to find my tourniquet and a bullet wound.
- by emoraveboy16 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/09/2009 |
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- Title: War of One
- Artist: emoraveboy16
- Description: i couldnt decide to put this inside poetry and lyrics or fiction but originaly i was trying to write a poem but i couldn't think staight so it might be beter off in fiction please comment
- Date: 07/09/2009
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