CroSShairS

An exaggerated specimen of what could have been a human
swelling in his indecency he is the downed war ship

this analog reunion with the spaces between thoughts
is nothing more than fragile
in a sea of faded dust


fermented in madness and twisted in hell
with everything i imagine
soon after blood is spilled


rapturous this binding twine
that weaves beneath every line
this warped dialog
with myself, me, and mine.

hold the bounty
set your sights
this war has just begun

broken mirrors that reflect beauty
and fixed ones that show none

everything I've been and remember 
is all that's truly mine
but i know
with every minute
with every dawn

I get closer and closer to dying


10..9...8...7....6...5...4.....3....2....1......
IMPACT.



TARGET HIT!


TARGET HIT!


TARGET HIT!


the war is over...