well,as it is still there..my mood is still affectted...i'm still down...
No perfection in struggled death,
Just the pellet tearing lungs, limbs, sinews
On an earth unforgiving
And the gaping jaw -
Each shiver a reminder of the frailty of life
And death's dark hunger
That will eat out raw each last breath.
Who could deliver the bullet who saw that private war ?
Death is no victory, but a bloodied mess.
And time called out for clouds to lead me on
But I refused to dance
And set up all the wailings of the new
born childBitter at my loss,
Saddened by my plight,
Born to dust and earth
And dreary endless blight.