Poem, :O
 

Eh, i actually did it for world history, but oh well, i cant sleep, so ima post it...


Fire

With a barrel to his head, nerves busted
A hand me down of the god of war
One last wasted breath on one last wasted thought
As tainted peace falls over light

Lost in a state of fear, surfacing haze
Straining trigger finger, ripped serenity
Blood shot eyes of a killer
Feelings of faith befallen

Shadowed witness, stricken with guilt
Finding peace in passive torture
Never did he lift a finger
The prick of truth stings

Searching for the ticket to heaven
Finding an expressway to hell
All the while wanting an answer
This is the fire